WhatWhyHow???

This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Tuesday, 9 February 2016

Sickness

Sick in bed yesterday so didn't get any writing or blogging done. Will put up two today.

The fruit grows rotten in the garden
And water pools with incessant drops.
Nothing here matters any more.
Everything here is lost.

The green of the grass is a sickness,
The red of the bark a wound.
The birds in the sky could fall and die
It'll happen to each of us soon.

But why did it have to be him?
Why kick out my support?
Was there some reason I don't understand
Or just the gods at sport?

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