Im sorry i haven’t been on for a while to read or comment on anyones work in the creativew section recently. Been busy in my own way.
But nonetheless, im going to post a pithy little collection of words written in the dead of a sleepless and overphilosophical night.
Sloe
These lessons; too hard for me,
And so I pray and plea.
But my cry falls on, ears made deaf,
In trying to teach those who cannot see.
Thus one is lead, to their final breath.