Thursday, February 26, 2009


Book, paper, talking tree
Nonsense words that fill me
Concentration has been shot
Can a brain begin to rot?

Grab for rational words to hear
For nonsense I can no longer bear
Cohesion seems to be all gone
Humming the tune to the same old song

Today's complaints, same as the past
Always want knowledge of how long this will last
Answers few, questions many
Attempts at a cure, I've tried plenty

At wit's end, words upon words
Can't even read, how's that for absurd
Funny the things that used to be easy
Getting out of bed, dressed and ready

For now each act is heavy labor
Each decision feels like a huge favor
To those that depend upon my care
But instead in my turmoil committed to share

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