There may be a grain of truth?
By C. J. Black.
I feel I’ve reached a crossroads or maybe it’s a stumbling block
Could I be likened to a rudderless boat heading for a coastline rock?
When I re-read what I’ve written to me it reads like trash
As for the boat no matter how many prayers are said – it’s still doomed to crash
I’ve come to the end of my tether, nothing left but to call it a day
Tears are beginning to well up for I have nothing left to say
To some I know this admission will come as a great relief
They will somersault with joy and hope my absence will not be brief
It is really hard when it gets to this stage, to simply walk away
Unless someone gives me a good solid reason why I should stay
Now the words above were written so as to compose a poem
See where it can take you when you allow your mind to roam.
C. J. Black∁β