I normally write with pen and paper, but I have been using my computer a bit more the last few days…

The page has been feeling a bit empty lately
bare in the absence of ink
The death of print has been exaggerated greatly
Looks like I picked the wrong week to give up drink…

Bare in the absence of ink
the page is an empty, snow-covered field
Looks like I picked the wrong week to give up drink
while my feelings remain carefully concealed

The page is an empty, snow-covered field
aching for footprints, angels, and boulders of snow
while my feelings remain carefully concealed
and sobriety keeps me from learning things I should know

Aching for footprints, angels, and boulders of snow
bare in the absence of ink
sobriety keeps me from learning things I should know
Looks like I picked the wrong week to give up drink…

(23 March 2016)