Apr 28
1 min read
Ache
It’s a dull ache,
It traverses me — head — legs — gut.
It haunts me as I climb the stairs once again.
I am not getting older. I am just weary and wary after so many years.
I feel I am lost in murky waters.
But there is hope between the pages I read and the scribbles I write.
For words are the Sunday afternoon candy that gets me through the week.
Make me forget the dull ache
