It used to be a red-letter day
Until you used your words like needles and spears
And now all the red has gone from the date
And today is just another day.
I just want to sleep, and not spend my nights coughing and tossing and turning. I just want to sleep, in the hope of waking up to face a new day. One new hour after another to get through, or to make the most of, or to waste, maybe. One new moment after another to make my own.
Can’t look back. Must look forward.
I will try to put together a proper blog post one of these days — I just need to take a few moments to breathe.