Best Out Of Sorts Poems
A wandering heathen
compelled to wander and wonder,
clinging to the subjective notions
and half-baked personal philosophies
that evolve with each new day
and whisper with each pale night.
Away from the Kingdom Hall,
past temples more austere
and churchyards more severe
and cemeteries filled with believers.
Away from the witch
and away from the doctor
and past the feckless witchdoctor,
casually to the throng of the witless,
clinging to the odd concoction
of odd concoctions.
Wan hoodoo drags the bones,
no voodoo holds the dust.
4th April 2019
I feel out of sorts and don’t lie
When I say that I can’t explain why,
Or rather I could
But nobody would
Make sense of it, though they might try.
I have some decisions to make,
Though nothing important’s at stake.
Yet, still I am stuck
And not having much luck;
Fear of change is a trait I can’t shake.
Such an anxiousness often conceals
Other issues, although it reveals
Things I cannot express
That are causing me stress;
Lots of people know just how that feels.
All out of sorts
odd quickening pulse
What’s in your heart of hearts?
I’ve had a tiff with my bestie,
with the one who’s quite zesty.
The one I rush to when I’m listless,
when I need a true friend priceless.
I’ve had a row with my reliable go-to,
over an issue that now I so clearly rue.
With the only one who lifts my spirits,
when I need a sweet reminder of my merits.
I’ve had an argument, oh so fraught,
and it’s not even one I actively sought.
I know not how I came to this point,
this decision I myself with did anoint.
I’ve had a spat so ugly and mean,
with the one who makes me less lean.
I’ve quarrelled with the one who’s an addiction,
I’ve cast blame outwards with sly sedition.
“My friend,” I said, “you’re an evil temptation.
You make me high, and then I face damnation!”
I’ve tearfully resolved to stay very, very far,
from any darn delicious chocolate bar!
Last evening I reached my braking point
My heart grew heavy
The words you said
Did disappoint
Tears poured out from eyes
Much to your surprise
Pooling into my hands
I just couldn’t handle
All the demands
Illness has taken me whole
At times eats me up
And makes me feel old
It limits my activities
And effects my tranquility
Breathless desperation
In the middle of the night
God has to help me with this fight
Though I can’t blame you
For your weakness
Toward my dilemma
After taking this medication
All I can feel is tremors
It can’t be easy watching your wife struggle
Lord knows all these medications are a juggle
But defeat I shall not endure
Even if life at this time
Is a chore
Yes I know you apologized
I can feel the sadness in your eyes
Now the conflict is done
And no one has won