Tornadoes

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Some days feel like
Tornadoes,
Wind-storms blowing
Apart the pieces of my
Life
Fruitlessly I flail,
Reach out,
Try to grab,
Pin down,
Arrange them–
Seeking peace.

Life’s Work

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Purpose evades me

As I plug away

Mindlessly.

 

Clicking,

Tapping keys,

Music in my ears

My thoughts at bay.

 

Naiveté told me I

Could be satisfied,

Fulfilled not just

Occupied

By work.

 

My life’s work.

 

Instead I find

Seconds stop moving,

My legs keep shaking,

Fidgety, restless,

Without peace.