Scotched earth<\/b><\/p>\n
You are a writer. Dig deep! There’s always something to write about.<\/p>\n
Sorry men. The earth is scotched and the well is dry. It’s all dust. Nothing but dust. Only the rains can make a change. But who knows when?<\/p>\n
So bless that thing or curse it. Which ever brings deliverance.<\/p>\n
What are you thinking about?<\/p>\n
Nothing but strangeness.
\nThere’s terror in their hearts
\nAnd fear in their minds<\/p>\n
The world is at an end
\nMaybe
\nBut why worry
\nWhen it happens we won’t be here to mourn or regret<\/p>\n
Things that go bump in the dark
\nAre just things
\nNo power to harm or to save
\nBut you heard the stories when you were young<\/p>\n
You have put them on a pedestal
\nNow that you are grown
\nThey watch your days and haunt your nights<\/p>\n
But look away for a moment
\nLook into the light
\nIt’s all transient like life itself.
\nThe morning will come.
\nIt will be alright.<\/p>\n
Or maybe not.
\nBut either way, in the end, it matters not.
\nNothing does.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Scotched earth You are a writer. Dig deep! There’s always something to write about. Sorry men. The earth is scotched and the well is dry. It’s all dust. Nothing but dust. Only the rains can make a change. But who … Continue reading