Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Rambling jabber

Pulsing through the mundane,
Hanging on by the frayed thread,
Awaiting life’s mysteries arcane,
Patient I am mixed with dread!

Weary I am just by living,
A day to the next, is a chore,
Consumed further, by the reliving,
Picking up the shards, a furor.

In these verses, I seek,
An outlet for the maladies,
Through these I try to speak,
Without committing a reprise!

A break I need, don’t we all?
The how of it, is the ordeal.
Of chaos, there is a squall
Life, still continues to appeal?