Today my soul doesn’t know what to say
I keep writing and rewriting the same few lines
Nothing seems to come together
One word becomes another
But they just can’t connect
At this point it may just be hieroglyph
Undescriptive symbols
Without reason, without meaning, without message
Nothing profound
Chicken scratch across a page
That goes on and on and on and on…….
Maybe that’s what lies over the edge of the world
Demons, monsters, fairy tales, and unfinished poetry….
You made me picture the edge of the world as a junk drawer. Love it!