I wish I could put it
Away in a drawer.
Relax and concentrate
On my fictional offering's.
But I see the pile
Of unopened debt letters
And I know that
I have no option
But to make a blog,
Make some revenue
From the advertising space.
And focus on the semi-autobiographical memoir centred on
Relationship with old flame
And the hospital stigma.
Only snippets of early memories.
Not to mention
I will be left on the
Shelf forever if,
I don't act soon after the vaccine rolls out.
I can't move my
Deadline any further forward.
If I were a terrible person
I would have published
Long before now.
I spent so long working
On this project so I could
Protect the ones I care about.
Now I must care for myself.