I used to be a whole
I have a collection of over 300 unpublished poems, scattered across my computer's memory
That's all that's left of me now
Like scattered earth
I am only an unfetchable memory
Relying on supports for my handicap
Disability growing with every passing day
This sounds like a lot of self-pity nonsense
Pithy
I must say
How else would I make this pun
Fun?
Leaving this one incomplete
Like myself
Looking everywhere except within
But letting the gush of words out every now and then