So this is a story all about how
My life got flipped, turned -- No. Not now.
'04 - '12, not much has changed.
Throughout that time, feelings have ranged
From up to down, from here to there.
A horrible sense of going nowhere.
This project aims to help you out
If you're also plagued by such self-doubt.
A poem a day, a mental plaster
For you there Sir, Madam, Miss or Master.
A means to getting out of bed
And putting your hat on the side of your head.
So return tomorrow, I promise I'll be here.
Another few lines, a friendly ear.
I'm sorry I cannot yet show you my face
But sadly this isn't the time or the place.
However, I hope that you'll find a new home
In our poetry zone for the painfully alone.
