Time for something bad..

real bad.

I thought I'd write another poem, or rather let one come to me as I put pen to paper, metaphorically. Is that a metaphor? I really need to brush up on my writing stuff education, or rather gain some, for that which I ever had that I forgot is pretty slim. See, previous sentence :Z

What is lost.
by me

Whatever there was,
whatever it is
whether it ever was..

was it?

How will I ever know?

The end.

Happy Wednesday.