I decided to return to poetry. I try to be funny. I don't know if I am actually as humorous as I believe I am. Since my Advanced Creative Writing Workshop with Sara Rivara, I haven't written as much as I should. Naturally, when I actually take the time to write something down, I have to make sure that it is eternally trapped on the internet.
So goes forth my endless fate.
I raise my pen.
I sign my name.
Down and down and down I fall.
Down the rabbit hole.
I’m in hell.
I lie in poverty on my bed.
My head is throbbing.
My fingers ache.
Down and down and down I fall.
Into deep slumber.
I’m in a nightmare.
There can be no reprieve.
Every month.
Every year.
Down and down and down I fall.
Into the mire.
I’m trapped by bills.
There you have it, folks! My poem. The only thing that's on my mind these past few months have been bills and how much I do NOT have any money.
Maybe that's WHY I read so much. Reading is much more fun than having to write another check or call in another payment.
Student loans are no fun.
This is obviously a very short entry to my blog. Oh well.
Be Open, Be Loving, Be Yourself
Taryn
