Too much, too deep, never-ending,
and how much can I bare,
when breath is but alternate to this fare,
this endless affront, one into another,
this feeling like I’m smothering
beneath my own afflictions.
I’m racing ever pacing myself to keep up,
yet the tangents that take me whole,
leave me not done with all I’m sold,
and finish I can never,
the ride of my endeavors
is more a torrid brush with death.
When pray tell is silence,
a quiet moment to take stock and ease,
that pressured flow of blood that keeps me
in this earthly tease, this movement unrelenting,
on some known heading, that often escapes my
destined path for me to see?
Rest is all I ask,
not disaster and then the aftermath,
just a lack of drama, my unrelenting karma,
that neither helps nor construes to set me free,
so please, give this soul a break,
relieve me from this constant ache, my life.
Tony DeLorger © 2016