….

I need to seek

someplace to find

a humble, peaceful

place for the mind.

 

Distraught, from the noise,

    that poser of sound!

I plead for the peace.

There’s none to be found.

 

A hollowed out heart,

    I fall all apart

in piecemeal moments

    real slow.

 

This change over me,

one could have decreed,

by much sharper minds,

    I know.

 

I began from the start

    this falling apart

when Mama

    set me down

    and said: “Go!”

 

And since from that start,

I’ve been wandering forth.

When the heat gets too hot

    I say “Go.”

 

I’m a son of a gun.

A man on the run!

and have been,

since the word 

    “Go!”

 

No peace of the mind

can ever I find,

and it’s high time

that I should Go.

 

So, adios, then,

mis amiGos!

Adios contigo.

Vaya con dios, I Go.

….

 

 

©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn

Revised 8 August 2013

 

Poem’s Score:-0.2