Words Through The Fog / Deadline Despair


    Got to edit. Got to edit. Underlined red each time I read it.


    As I stare bleerily through viral haze. Tap. Tap. Tap


    Yet the typo stays.


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    Attempt number four finally gets the word write.


    Perhaps at last I can finally right.


    To marshall thoughts made of cotton wall


    The sneeze scatters characters, plot and all


    It''s mighty hard to write when you have a disease.


    The deadline doesn''t care. Time doesn''t listen to please.


    Pleas tell me if the ticking''s just inside my head.


    Am I writing sense or are my characters misled?


    By cough and sneeze and desperate wheeze


    Seeking just one moment of simple clarity


    Until at last I swallow the bitter pill


    It''s mighty hard writing when you''re ill.