Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Custodian of sorts

It's official, I should give up
the nurturing, the day to day
Murky waters, I dived into
But, I seem to have lost my way.

Navigating the blustery,
with lack of any attachment
Having been used and discarded
faulted of all ills, the catchment

Yearning for an organic living
A constant substation for own
Used to advantage, by many
Slowly, the seeds of misery are sown.

Prompt: 3WW