Within My Tenuous Grasp

Within My Tenuous Grasp

by dan ankers

Swapping out poems for confusion

is a suitable way to pierce the delusion

And it ends much better than picking up a bottle

Voicing the disparity between paradigm and working article

I start my day, by writing this poem

As when I wake up, this world is a marvel

And my eyes see it clearly, and my head it does too

Without interference from a single problem, or pressing thing to do

It begins as an oyster, and it ends as a calamity

As I lay down my head to escape this inanity

Where daily inhabits my body, this vessel

The cognitive dissonance, from pillow on, gets distressful

If I were a computer, I would surely short-circuit

The data would kill me

My summation would be:

NOT WORTH IT

Thankfully, I am a man

And I feel and see that all of life is precious

And luckily I am not alone

There are some folks who still “get” this

But I know when I leave

When I cross my front door

The first thing I see

Will deplete my amore

Chipping away, will this day

At my store

Of patience and love

and simple wisdoms

Therefore

I must compete, just to keep all of my sanity

Adroitly maneuvering ‘tween

the islands of lunacy

that sometimes look obvious, and can easily be avoided

But more often than not, they are fools in wise clothing

Cause everyone wants to seem

like they know what the hell they’re doing

Most without ever addressing the problems

with even an ounce of reason

So, as I wake up today, with no respect for the chaos

I resolutely define my thoughts from here on

I will sift through this world, like I’m panning for treasures

Amid the silt of the world, with childish measures long gone

Any foolish displays, will be met as they are

And taken with a grain of salt

‘Cause that was what my mother taught

I will persevere but find no fault

Of a graceless world, is this result