Away

I've left writing and I'm not sure if I'll be welcomed back

The keyboard made the letters scramble
I spend my days rambling,
Making little sense

I practice my prose to a
Nonexisting audience-
No clapping for the struggling performer

Words I've used as a whip in the past
No longer
Has its sting

It's flaccid and weak
The caliber of the conversations I speak
Has dropped low

Will I ever be half the person I used to be
One never
Knows

Author's Note

To say I'm rusty is an understatement

Reviews

[Gee]

That ain't rusty that's shining......
Nice Jacqueline

[B. Boileau]

Your scrambled keyboard makes perfect sense to me.
and your whipped words still have sting.
As someone recently wrote to me..."glad your writing again, so much we would have missed"

[Chris]

The Bar-Keeper's-Friend leaves a lustre to glow - chuckling here, welcome back?

The day a poet can't ramble is just another sad day in existence... ya know?

[JoeM]

Nothing is lost, the fire is still banked up just waiting for you to change your mind that it's absent.

[snfall]

Welcome back! You certainly still have a few words left in your whip!