Unsettled Poem by Wayne McCullough

And here unto time I do concede my resolution,
Tis not my hand that doth accept absolution.
I know that equilibrium of the soul will not be,
I live not in a time where that succeeds.

Confusion runs commonplace, you see,
Not just for me, others also, it's humanity.
I ask myself questions, reflections, I seek.
I watch, I learn, yet I do not speak.

Life always plays a bittersweet requiem,
For you, for me and for them.
For all these things that should make us happy,
Succeeds only to make me bracky.

My heart is forever heavy, my mind unsettled,
My thoughts racing, skipping like pebbles.
Like the ripples atop the water of a clear lake,
That calm disturbance describes my fate.