Hour 6: Edge of the World

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….

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