Shame, shame.

Who is to blame.

Keeping up and taking names.

My insolent score

is through the door.

Living with regret

and can’t forget,

moving me to insecurity.

Will there be a way to see,

how the terms

are going to be?

The genre I have chosen

has become idle and frozen.

Nothing for nothing

and somewhat elusive,

otherwise becomes a bit  inconclusive.

I try to take everything in stride,

feeling low and wanting to hide.

Broken promises made in the past

too busy, too fast.

I am taking the time to carry through

what I owe and what is due.