Sorrow, or: Tomorrow

My 2nd Awdl Gwydd Massaging words into verse ~ this blasted curse Life gave me; Prose oft feels... not... quite... enough to set this stuffed up mind free Sometimes, smooth stanzas don't flow to my deep woe and sorrow; But when rhymes thwart this tired quill, there still awaits tomorrow Dissatisfaction with the 1st I… Continue reading Sorrow, or: Tomorrow