the new abnormal*

A quick hop here and a furtive peek 
Shy and abashed i slither back 
Into my place I used to hack
Everything lies still and cobwebs abound
Seeing the words I weaved and wrote
Twinge of guilt with a catch in my throat
I fondly eye my posts; the blog looks forlorn
Showing signs of fun, chatter and good times
Still evinced by the heartfelt lines
Here's to hoping for a rebirth
New shoots of posts in this bog of a blog
Grass and grains of thoughts through the fog

* title album by American rock band the Strokes