Good day, all. Today’s post is day two and three of my 31 day writing challenge. These two were done in one poem that took two days to get to flow from my brain. I am enjoying what is beginning to emerge. Wishing you all a marvelous rest of your week. 

As always, inspire to be inspired and never, never let anyone tell you who you should be. You are the only one who gets to decide your future, so own it.

Prompt day 2: Killer 

Prompt day 3: What does your favorite color taste like

S O S

I just want to 

hide away and cry.

My world is in

chaos. The people are

laying blame. The voices

are returning, taking up

roost inside my head.

The melancholy blue that

tastes of failures bliss,

lingers on my tongue

just long enough to 

take root. The inspiring

chords of yesterday now 

turned to the flat 

notes of tomorrow. Unable

to drown out the

naysayers that eat dinner

while reminding me that

I haven’t finished the dishes

because I was wasting

my time on that 

hobby. The one that

will get me nowhere.

Desert is delivered on

a sinking ship that 

I like to call

life. Tossing in the

turbulent waves of reality’s

storm. As the tears 

roll and drip into

lakes, the rhythm taps

out the mind’s S O S