A story in alphabet form
Happy Friday all! I hope you had a nice week. We are now in February already which is terrifying. I have stories to tell about what I have been up to. But, today I want to share something I wrote during a recent writers group meeting. It is a piece with the start of each line in alphabetical order. I hope you like it. See you at the end.
All he ever wanted to do was write
Because all he ever knew was writing
Countless hours were spent clacking on his keyboard
Down in the basement where
Everything made sense
For once
“Good morning, world”
He would think to himself
In the darkness of a winters day
Just as the world was beginning to wake up and he
Kindly reminded himself of the big picture
Lamenting on time wasted
Mourning the loss of friendships
Now that he only focussed
On
Pleasing those he never met who never
Questioned his credibility and start
Ruining his
Sense of belonging
To his creative heroes
Under which he knelt before
Voraciously consuming
Whatever they produced in from of him
Xenophobic or not, he didn’t care he
Yielded to his favourite writers
Zealous to a fault
Did you like it? It’s a bit silly, I know. I recently attended an open mic in Dublin and I am going to tell you all about my travels on Monday. So, you have that to look forward to. Thank you for reading and thank you for your time.