Composed 4/24/14
Description: (Day 24 of NaPoWriMo) How I’ve been feeling this last week, somewhat following NaPoWriMo’s (optional) theme of masonry.
Sharp and silver facts and figures
Slice through gray ridges and fissures
That once filled up my head
Anxiety floods now in the ears
And swirls ‘round in the spaces here
Stirring mortar ashen red
And from the mortar heavy bricks
In front of my eyes stack and stick
So that I cannot see
The pinkish blossoms on the path
Lights hinting of dark’s aftermath
Both are lost to me
Scraps of Paper 