There’s this endless void, at the end of my words
a repetitive voice that will never be heard.
Each tap, I make, each word I write,
meet their death without a fight.
Unpublished,
unproked,
unknown,
unnoted.
the undesired
and undevoted meet in the footnotes of a text unquoted.
But here I am and here you’ll find me,
writing words in rythmic timing.
I keep meaning to write and then I forget to. I am probably my worst fan and biggest enemy. One day I will be published, I promise myself, but for now I will just continue to find the time to practice my craft in this busy thing called life!
Jen x
Jennifer Pickering 