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 Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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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! πŸ™‚


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