Into the fray

Days pass like faded images in a fuzzy dream
The only wish is to shout and scream
Both going too fast and going too slow
The remarkable keeps ceasing to show

Lying windward, today’s album turns
“Welcome to the fray” it greets and warns
Lashing one’s intellect, scarring one’s vigor
Drained into a lengthy tiresome sopor

Too thin to grasp, too flashy to picture
Fearful from prepping that terrible mixture
Of minimum interest, devoid of purpose
If we feel nothing, would nothing then hurt us?


Posted on November 26, 2011, in Poems. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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