A Whole Week's Worth of Writing - Wasted

When I think of you

All the work, all the joy

The ecstasy with rhythm

The despair with voice

I mourn

Computer, why dost thou torture

Word, why dost thou not autosave the autosaved

A whole week’s worth of writing – wasted

I can remember how they felt

But they’ll never be the same

My fingers brush the keys again

Something’s missing

The touch of a virgin story

Untasted, untried

Has disappeared

Now it’s hardened

How to make it feel new again?

How to redeem the fallen?

Give up, give up, give up

But I can’t

For every book must carry

A first chapter that stirs our hearts

Or all the rest of it

Will never be read

So, begin again

And press on

Press forward

2000 words lost

100,000 to go

Consider it done