Whimpers Shall Not Well Nor Weep
chakra shot, aura ignored
inner peace left unexplored
feelings sans a sounding board
blest I’ve left the mindless horde
friends, none that lie to me
or neighbors that like to see
a banshee wailing jamboree
self-reproach is absentee
no dogs, cats, or swimming fish
little is left demanding wish
lunch mirrors a petri dish
the future passed with reminisce
up every day at the crack of noon
to nosh on candies and macaroon
suck helium from a red balloon
entertained at the Shambles Saloon
the postman left mail today
junk and clutter some might say
bills and debts remain unpaid
life is better left unplayed
beds splayed displayed
clothes unwashed too deep to wade
dust layered is carefully laid
happiness is now homemade
the sun set that never rose
reflections must I suppose
account, compound, and then depose
neatly rowed in juxtapose
lying down at last to sleep
importuning God will keep
me whole, sweet, and replete
whimper shall not well or weep
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