A Temporary Lull Poem by Phil Soar

A temporary lull in my efforts of late
No time to sit and just contemplate
Why the world is in turmoil and nothing seems right
And why I can't sleep in the dead of the night

While my trials and affairs are translucent
And events move so fast, I feel useless
There seems little chance I might learn from mistakes
And be careful in future, of which road I take

So forgive this brief gap in the way that I write
Don't feel any sorrow, for my daily plight
And believe that somewhere in the coming few weeks
I'll return better balanced, and perhaps reach a peak