Wasted might in a flurry
Took on too much burden
but still i tried to fit
overreached myself-phew
a sigh a sigh i can sigh
time to sort my thoughts
but nooone waits for me
no message- no nod, still-
this Kurdish Nevroz New Year's
Bash might suit me a dash
but undulating doubts fret me
up inside- if my company appals me?
i wonder- but which do i have?
staying somewhere going nowhere
staying put in midst of primal angst
like everything tumbles under my feet
feed are dragged down my silly ghouls
Michael Witkowski
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haze-2/
