Hmmmm

Two years ago I had a rambling blog that had only one attribute in common with this one - no one read it either.  Both also were predicated on the fiction that I was a writer.  I trashed that one and I think now the time has come to end this one too.  

Perhaps I might pick it up in a year or two, though I am getting rather old to keep looking ahead when mostly I have past not future.

So goodbye... He said to the deafening dark silence...

Twisting turning sleepless he lay

Dreams are nightmares in night or day

No land could he find nor stars to guide his way

No horizons stretched before his gaze

Only a grey and endless haze

Would sleep ever come and end it all

Or would he stay eternally covered 

in his blackest 

Pall