One thing I ponder,
how go on any longer?
if it just seems to go on,
whether I’m on board or over yonder?
Neither here nor there about life,
strife cuts through rife,
with discomfort
that shakes me whenever
I’m caught lumbering in slumber.
I wonder what trance I am under
that I can’t lift a finger
that can stop me from going under
I resist even if overencumbered
I resist in the pitiful sunder
I can lift myself out from under
forgive my thoughts
with which I have rumbled
think of the posts
yet to tumble
Go on forever,
until my spirit forbids so.
Leave a Reply