Befuddled
in the middle it all muddles
like warm milk that is now curdled
once it cuddled all soft and swaddled
no longer a rhyme, no, more a riddle
a heart that somehow becomes raddled
a canoe adrift without the paddles
a bucking horse without a saddle
a losing team that needs a huddle
in the midst a great big puddle
it was always a losing battle
all it does is squeak and rattle
all of this leaving me befuddled
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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