You just never know what might pop out of my mouth at any given moment. I might be talking about my Indian Ringneck, or Full Time RVing. Maybe I'll be talking about the path to happiness or griping about the state of healthcare or maybe about chronic illness. I have lots to say and sometimes I'm just plain RANDOM.

Monday, September 3, 2012

Too Much....

Too Much

Within it's grasp
I turn and twist
I want to scream
I make a fist
Moods unstable
Frightened tears
Angry cries
How many years
What is too much
My brain it bends
How much to take
Before it ends
Here's this and that
And then there's more
Overwhelmed with pain
What's it all for
Pop and crack
Scratch and ache
What more to come
Before I finally break


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