Here I am I will seize my hands as they are hurting so I cannot type; if there is any noise in the song here because because of the computer not me.

it doesn’t seem to be working very well today

 

My joints  are inflamed. if I belong to a certain school of thought I would think that inflamed joints would symbolically mean that connecting to other people is painful  and I should be forgiven for  whatever I may have done

 

I do prefer gentle people with quiet voices I don’t like people who argue badly in loud voices 

 

I don’t really believe this I could write poetry using this voice to typing tool but I might try who knows what would come out?

 

I have no love left in my heart today
and neither do I wish to Talk or pray
for I am feeling Shetland in my mood
So here I search and that’s the way I brewed

 

Soaking is a very stupid act
Light rumination ,I think  truly daft
Better far to cast the burden down
And go to see a film about a clown

 

What do you do when you suffer pain
it’s not so bad just ones but comes again
n fact I have it all day and all night
And if I had a partner  they’d take flight

 

Let us not dwell in the realm of words
But open up our eyes to humming birds