Back to the present and focus on the now...

Well, I have been slacking in my priorities set forth on January first. I have produced another book although it wasn't on the list. Everything else I have been slacking off on.

So, with that being said. I am going to get back on track with poem of the day starting now...

And I will call it, "Stressed"

Slumped backs and slouched cadavers.

My lady of luck is slack.

I think thoughts of forgotten goals and worn torn souls.

A Poe frame of mind, but too dreary for me.

Give me a rainy day to make me shine like an unexpected package.

Please no more dreams of bullet riddled bodies

ravaged by lost packs of dogs.

Tormented teeth grind through tormented eyes.

Surviving is the easy part.

It's getting back to sleep that keeps me awake at night.