Hard to admit to being out of practice
The scrolls of earlier works are evidentiary
Precise focus upon a topics exploration
Somehow became disjointed rambling
Apologies if recent material seemed laced in the negative
Disillusioned enough I can beautify it traced in poetry
These tearless, bone dry eyes quenches their thirst
In awe to be amongst such wordsmith yourselves
So here\'s to dreaming that good writing is still in me
Allow me the attempts to refine my craft
I shalt not worry over any signs to continue or quit
Writing scribes on for that want refuses to die.