The irony…
I bleed words for others,
craft thoughts
all carefully bound.
Mine,
rendered mute
or torn screaming
from reluctant pen.
Wherefore art thou
gentle prose?
I miss thee
and thine insightful flows…
Figuring out Freelancing
The irony…
I bleed words for others,
craft thoughts
all carefully bound.
Mine,
rendered mute
or torn screaming
from reluctant pen.
Wherefore art thou
gentle prose?
I miss thee
and thine insightful flows…