I laugh like I’m Joker
I do this so not sober
But as I grow,
So does the pain get older.
I am the holder
But how they follow
I don’t follow,
I’m left to ponder.
My solace is in the moment
As I do this
For when my quill hits the blank pages,
I don’t shoot blanks.
I pick up a pen and a paper
Then I fill art home.
I hope you do too,
Don’t stop writing,
Stay safe,
Stay at home.
ππΎππΎππΎππΎ pick up a pen and a paper and I feel art home ππΎππΎππΎ
You are sound chief, you got the pun. You’ve got the juice!