This flu has made me drive the exit ramp,
take strange new roads that led to quiet woods.
For way too long a time the sickness hoods
that fell upon me turned into my camp.
This isn’t where I’m comfortable at all,
and writing took a backseat in my car.
I’ve been so lost, and had to travel far
to lands where creativity is small.
March 3, 2013 at 5:52 am
May I add some to your wonderful words?
“I’ve been so lost, and had to travel far
to lands where creativity is small.”
Hard times upon us all
sometimes fall.