A.J. Walker

writerer

Writing Words. A Worry

Writing Words. A Worry.

I'm writing words which may bloom into a poem or a song

But most likely they will end as a trash

But maybe if printed those words could decay to mulch and feed a perfect flower

More likely it will help a weed, to destroy what lived before.

Rotting words to kill what already lived.

Writing words with the handbrake off. It’s always been a worry.

This here page is destined to feed the weeds again. I am sorry.