Said not just
at a passing year
But for my last decade.
(I won’t survive to end the next.)
I’m quietly drifting out
toward a closing dark.
Its cold seas wait.
They’ll drag me from
Through depths that
While looking back
upon a life
now seen as largely waste.
Youth’s foolish thought:
“There’s always time…”
Left any gifts
so long neglected.
to track their thread
round fate’s labyrinth
Goodbye constant blogging?
Wanting this blog to grow, yet finding stats stay almost flat for two years:
I may take occasional Sundays off, in 2020, and try a different approach.
I read social media could help increase an audience, but have never used it.
Does anybody know which platforms are best for poetry?
My new year started with an extra health problem: Serious internal bleeding.
A doctor told me I should’ve gone straight to hospital, and may need transfusion.
(I already had long-term, unexplained, anaemia.)
He said that I could die if it happens again.
Was instructed to rest. (Probably shouldn’t be writing this post.)
Feeling really anxious, drained, and alone, at present, folks.
Clinging to the comfort of routine.
Please wish me luck.
Comments are always VERY welcome! 🙏
Thank you all for reading.
I intend to blog next Sunday. So, any lack of post will be a bad sign.
Afraid I have no-one to update you on my situation, if it deteriorates.)
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