to the lost blogs

i can’t be the only

with a secret

a website

poetry and churned words

prose

bitterness and thoughts and blood

pieces of soul

bits of shallowness

a line of light cast out to the void

and a line of dark across our otherwise pristine search histories.

will they be discovered posthumously

or deleted!

by some bot with no music in its soul

and the work that we made

and never shared

never will be.

which is sad, because the time when these things should be

should be shared, that is

is after death.

ONLY then can these words

said in sorrow

anger

joy

out of some need that rearranges truth like flowers in a vase

for beauty’s sake

and now, when the words can’t touch us

they disappear?

 

the great bloggers of the past.