As I watch my certificates die,
My poetry unread,
I begin to wonder why.
Are there dreams I’ve left unsaid?
What does one conclude,
While it’s dampening my mood?
When annoyance grips my soul,
About my FanStory role,
There’s one thing to depend upon.
I’m going to keep writing on.
At least for now.
Woke up this morning with another note that a 3 day certificate has expired with just 13 reviews. Flotsam on the shore is collecting.