Poem #4

"Final Rest"

What is it with this life I lead,
Am I meant to show and bleed?

Human weakness all around,
imperfection buried in the ground.

When things seem okay, I'd love to say
Wait a while, you'll see, just stay.

That when the going starts to get good,
there'll be something brewing under hood.

Ready to explode, rise up above
rear its head and then shove.

It's ugly problems in my face,
I'm four steps back and out of place.

Why my life couldn't just be plain,
devoid of pleasure, devoid of pain.

Then again, if these things I never did see.
I don't think I'd be anywhere near me.

So in second thoughts, I suppose they're good,
because I know just what I need, I should,
not stop in looking and in my quest.
I've yet to hit my final rest.