image credit: DHBogucki 2018

Not Work, Just a Job

Hard to notice
slightest touch.
Until you take a moment.
Looking directly you see
creeping need has removed
the last ounces of life force.
Veins sapped you succumb.
A daily infection
stealing away
what is
left
of
U.

—
(322)

Another missed deadline. Took me a minute to gather a thought. Last night I simply passed out. A busy morning followed by 8 hrs of constant standing, and then drawing for another hour after dinner. WHEW! Just had no inspiration left. 323 will be published later today. I have the day off and either drawing, or gardening in the rain should produce something.