No Power In The Verse Can Stop Me NaPoWriMo 2025

I will pen loyal cantons of a love unbound
The kind I always dismissed as a cunning ploy by 
those marketing company boys.
I will scribble elegies to the person I was before 
Say farewell to what was lost, and greet with joy 
the pieces I had thought gone for good.
I will scream at the top of my lungs
At the gutless soulless Tory cunts 
Who know only privilege and preach only hate and greed - despite the posturing of their oh-so-civilised breed.
I will write contemplative journals on the nature of existence, and how it feels to wonder why and if we are really here, and what that even really means, but…
Not tonight.

Tonight I listen to the rain and wind against the skylight.
Tonight I sip a tea with slightly too much milk in it.
Tonight I think about the future, just a bit. 
Tonight, is not for words. 
Tonight just
Is.