Wearied Friend

Tis weary when thoughts thunder in looped replay Would it not be better if they just went away? Thy storms have brewed and built for weeks Plummeting with lamenting opinions that reek Bitter these pills now thou hast taken in turns Rancorous choices thou doth seek now to spurn Twas it the dawning of seen darkness ahead Or simply lost sleep tossing and turning in bed? Calamity, greets, knocking loud at thy door Greed, once friend, here to settle old scores Alas I, true friend, will shed forth some light Pay off thy debtors and lessen thy plight 2/3/13 All rights reserved