This past week, writing has been daunting,
Leaving me scorned by the mighty pen,
As if a branch of skills is screaming for attention.
The haunting question remains: how does one not use the blood of blogging as a distraction from the longer pieces that are boiling through my brain, begging for mercy to be written.
Without discipline for simultaneous both, I’ll end up a speechless ghoul.
A telltale, but fading heart,
In the sad, sad life of a writer.