Have mercy on my moratorium,
for I’ve been a bumbling, busy bug-
traipsing through the trails of time
and slipping in slops of sludge.
Pardon my postponement, please,
but the yawning year is yearning to end-
and work without end waxes wide
and splits all my senses in shreds.
Well, it’s that time of year again…I know this poem is short and not-so-great, but I’ve been piled high with work lately. By next week, I should be back on a regular schedule…I hope.
2 thoughts on “Have Mercy On My Moratorium”
No need to apologize for this poem. It’s perfectly suited to the occasion.
Thank you! Luckily, the worst of my work load is almost out of the way…this poem just felt like the best fit for my muddle-mindedness.