Routine just wasn’t going to do
Charlatan and paper doll couldn’t pull any strings today
Disconnection, no detection drew me to no sure direction
Like the dove o’er troubled waters showing me no place to land
Sorrow waking with me on that morn
Something in the nighttime, e’en in asking churned a storm
But in the midst of winds you led my feet
You knew exactly who’d I’d chance to meet
My troubled mind will ne’er distract you to defeat
Prompt: A 9 line poem. It’s a day late.
Sometimes I have to live it first.