I gave you water
and you spilled it
I gave you flowers
and you crushed them under your boots
I gave you light and you hid from it
preferring to make your own
now, at the end, I give you darkness
and still you throw coal on the fire
A J Ponder
So tired this week, everything hurts like lead - and I'm thinking its time to start consolidating and getting some stories into publishable form and having them escape out into our little throw away world. Time weighs heavily, and has to be meted out with great care - but the more I do that the more it slips through my fingers...
Anyway have a great week and if you have a moment for inspiration, and when could we not all do with a little of that, then why not head over to the Tuesday Poem hub, here?