My soul was rusting of being neglected reeking of excruciating pain, Just like the keys of my old typewriter that reeks of iron fumes. My blood was staining with circles of woe darkening every day, Just like the surface of my beige table that stains teeming coffee. So I wrote a poem today reviving my soul's cheer galvanising the typewriter's clickety-clacks placating my blood with warmth of my verses ~resurrecting the dead me for the tenth time. If I died for the tenth time, I will write my eleventh poem :) --- Collab with Democrats & Dissenters on this soothing prompt and share your evening musings with us. #yqbaba #yqdnd #dndwow #dndwow282 #musings #thoughtoftheday #imageprompt #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Democrats & Dissenters