Block

I am distractions,
I am subtractions from lines
Of what this might have been
If I didn't have the need to sleep in.
Gorgeous lights gorge out my eye
To the words' alignment on white.
They become inkblots,
A product of a tired and spotty mind.
So here's my one card, redeemable today
And I'll come back tomorrow
With something better
To say.