Gently, gently,
Stop at the pain,
The sickness born of raging nerves
Enflamed and bent
Those muscles rent and torn from health.
Take care of yourself, your limbs
That guide and carry
Day to day are worn,
Tired of movement.
The weary neck for too long
Bore aloft your golden head
And now rebels.
Telling its own tale,
Singing to be heard
Through stabs and fatal electric jolts
Triggering the brain.
Triggering the pain.
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.
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