Last Times

I had a long month,
Filled with poems
And blogs
And awkward videos.
I pause a lot.
I “um” and “ah”
And “eh” and “em”
And it’s really
Fucking annoying.
Sorry.
I tried to write a book.
I put it to rest,
For a while,
Because it was guilt ridden.
That’s not right,
It’s not written,
Deal with it.
The last times,
This month’s last times,
Are made up of endings.
The video failed.
Spectacularly so, even.
The blog post tried to sound…
Interesting?
Inspired?
Whatever?
And the poem?
The poem…

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About Paul Carroll

Paul Carroll is a writer, born, raised and still living in Dublin. By day he's a student and bookseller, by night he writes fiction and uses social media.
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