I have a rather annoying trait
That I simply cannot help,
No matter what I write
However well thought out
I’ll leave it for a little while
and then I hit DELETE!
I look back at my work,
Last year, today, last month.
It’s really never good enough.
It surely never is.
And so my finger starts to twitch…
That little can of trash,
waiting there upon on the screen,
Inviting me so temptingly
To throw it all away.
Not all at once but dribs and drabs,
Why don’t you start again?
Let it all go, do it now
Then there will be no trace
Of silly thoughts and doubtful words
And pointless mutterings.
A trigger happy delete junkie,
toying with tentative words.
Good job there’s no delete button on life,
I may not still be here!