Wednesday, December 2, 2015


Death is lackadaisical
A nude awakening of
The only certainty
In all of eternity
The barest of emotion
The whys and the how’s
The ceasing of life
But, I have to go on
Makeshift plans are made
Overwhelmed and overcome
Irrationality rules
Mind is beaten down
Continuity and onwardness
Get hard to relate to
Time can heal, probably
But I shall resist