By Andrew R. Duckworth
The monotony of it all,
The routine and schedule-
Day in and day out,
No room for variation,
No room for creation,
It’s the horde of mosquitoes.
Remedy as best you can,
They’re still there
Waiting to suck your blood,
And I have too many
Clean pages of paper
To stain with ink.
But words won’t come
If I can’t think.
Poetry of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 