Stuck in the same place
Stuck in a rut
Unable to move
Ask permission from King Tut
Not focused on the task
Mind’s zenith blade isn’t sharp nor long enough for the cut
Where to, where to do I travel?
Woodlands, secluded, in a hut
Find my true calling, by searching my soul
Forever…will I be Distrut.
Filed under cireryohei
My journey as a writer and my various hobby's .
Pen and Keystroke
My novel titled Ghost Watching, fictional short stories and a few words of poetic wonder thrown in for good measure.
An insight to a heart mind and soul.
"Owls are not what they seem"
Keeping my brain from turning into oatmeal...
poetry for the soul
we're all mad here
Jay W Carmichael
Reblogged this on Becki's Book Blog and commented:
Remember what I said… all aspects of life tend to follow the same drummer.
Distrut. Great word.