Not Work

I toil at the keys

Checking site and spam

Eyes straining

As words fly to life

Flowing from fingers

To the blurring screen

I take a break

Switching to ink and lead

Scrawling on dead trees

Until my mind is shot

Forcing me to sleep

Dreamless void of fatigue

Caressing me

Before the alarm shrieks

Jolting me to action

Where I repeat my motions

Getting ever closer

To my ultimate goal

.

.

.

And you have the balls to say this isn’t work?

About Charles E Yallowitz

Charles Yallowitz was born and raised on Long Island, NY, but he has spent most of his life wandering his own imagination in a blissful haze. Occasionally, he would return from this world for the necessities such as food, showers, and Saturday morning cartoons. One day he returned from his imagination and decided he would share his stories with the world. After his wife decided that she was tired of hearing the same stories repeatedly, she convinced him that it would make more sense to follow his dream of being a fantasy author. So, locked within the house under orders to shut up and get to work, Charles brings you Legends of Windemere. He looks forward to sharing all of his stories with you and his wife is happy he finally has someone else to play with.
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13 Responses to Not Work

  1. rawencounterswithestella says:

    Love love love love love. What’s NOT to love about this piece? Nothing! :)

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