If I gave you my best, would you show me a smile or simple disinterest
Or maybe this is just an unbeatable test In a world of impossible and frustrating unrest As I try to outrun the insomnia and guess Whether or not this hot mess can even handle the stress While at odds and confused by this life’s game of chess So now I must claim to profess that in all actuality I’m really clueless As I protest unstoppable progress and impress Upon you the reason for what must now be suppressed And suggest to you options; you can indubitably acquiesce To possess what against all odds I must try to express But alas I transgress in all that I now try to confess In trying to keep the right frame of mind, I’ll finesse That in this rhyme I infest an insurmountable success To all that I coalesce, the mind’s eye must digest And invest in a weaving of aggress while you guess Where is this all headed; to what end dispossess? For by now you are thinking it’s a bit in excess To obsess and depress without proving…unless! I’ve forgotten a promise, but I shrug demure noblesse For here we are now at the end, nonetheless.
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Julie WestphalAuthor, Poet, Dreamer Archives
February 2024
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