Down for the Count

A "bugs" tale...Hint, it's a personal poem 'bout me.

I’m on my back

Down on the pavement

Baking in the sun

As I stare up at the sky

Have you ever felt helpless

Like a bug on its back

And you’re left lying

there to die?

I’ve felt that a lot

In this season of life.

Only difference is, I am left to trudge on

And try to answer why.

How did I get here?

Where did time go?

Why is my life

So damn hard?

Was I dealt a bad hand?

Am I just a joker?

In this hysterical

game of cards.

Unlike the bug,

I get to fight on.

And see it to a

Natural end.

So, I take a deep breath.

I dust myself off.

And pick myself off

The “cement”.