My mind is losing itself to the years and the winds.
Too many words wasted on irrelevant sins.
I cross my heart and pray that this too shall pass,
But the surface of the lake still reflects my past.
My head is trying to shake the pins and the needles.
The effort is great, but the results are feeble.
When I wake up tomorrow, my muse will be dead,
And I will pay twice for every tear I have shed.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 