To and fro

The news of the day repeats, repeats,

until instilled in my brain

and grows and grows to overspill

into the chamber of grief.

Now this chamber of grief is overfull

from the years of love’s desertion

and so it becomes a slow seep and creep

into my now life force.

This force must fight to the death

to retain its true attributes

and I wonder from whence comes strength

that fortifies the weak.

And so in the midst of this battle

I stand a woman unsure

as to where to place my bet

in these times of diverse theories.

And so it goes; a to and fro

until the force withdraws from the fray

and life grins wickedly

at its next innocent victim!