Day 7, poem 6
This is late because I was, well, tired yesterday and I spent hours searching for the right acrostic phrase to use. I ended up going with an old headline from The Onion: “Well, It Looks Like My Work Here Has Been Successfully Avoided.” Don’t love this poem, but at least it’s done.
Well Tired It goes again, here, another circle. It always looks rainy through the streaky window, like winter plans to spend another month outside my apartment. Was I always tired? Was it always work to get these words made or were they just here when I needed them? The endless 2020 of it all has left me a vampire. Sunless, bloodless. I've been trapped in this time loop until I lose count, never successfully finding the escape room key. Can I use a hint? Can starting scratch ever be avoided?