English is an inconsistent language
I find myself inconsistent as well
for a whole year I wrote without anguish
so soon into this one it's gone to hell
I thought perhaps I would feel some relief
without the deadline of midnight each night
but then when I think all I feel is grief
and I know that something is just not right
While sometimes to finish it was a strain
I just miss having such a great outlet
a place to write about laughter and pain
It so helped to be able to name it
Perhaps I needed a break, not the end
and it's time for me to begin again
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