PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Writing on the toilet and realizing just how far gone I have become.  It may well be too late now.  I am sinking at a phenomenal pace.  The visions are all blurred.  The dreams are all buried in the far reaches of my brain.  It’s all so far out of my reach.  My thoughts stagger blindly through the days.  My heart moans and aches but the hours continue to saunter along without me.  I will prepare a shot of whiskey to cap off the night.  The faith is starting to slip away.  The pestilence senses my demise and waits to take me prey.  I shall resist.  I shall run.  I am always running.

running to the John

carrying pen and notebook

few words jostled down