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!