Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Preoccupied

I am lost today, lost for words,
My thoughts seem to ebb away,
My poems, now, are but shards,
My moods are mostly gray.

A random spark, just one, I seek,
Tough negotiating with my brain,
Life, after all, isn’t for the meek,
So I shan’t let this be my bane.

Can I, in a day, get more hours?
Too many things on my plate,
Way above my head, it towers,
But, one day I know, it will abate.