Monday, September 22, 2008


It's a curse
Written in cursive
Unreadable, even to me
Few, if any understand

The ache is constant within
The rest, more importantly
But also here it hurts
Without prayer I ramble

The trap was set
I fell right in
Avoidable once
Now inevitable, almost

A fork with infinite teeth
Yet so restricting
I beg for answers quietly
But loudly demean desultory

The path undetermined
I try to set sail
But the hard winds blow
Will I sink at sea

I am at the reigns
Navigator extraordinaire
With no key
It's all up to me
Up to me