Disappointments I battle with every step as they come on to me as a tornado

Every misstep I take I curse myself for not getting it right

The sheer foolishness of it makes me try and give myself a kick

I try my best I keep telling me

But that’s no consolation for the wounded soul

I want what I want, neither less nor more it yells

The soul is the king always almost it confirms

I may take a right but left it is if that’s where it wants to go

It steers me from most storms as it goes

But I do get caught in one of life’s tornadoes

Spluttering, choking I try to get a foothold

But the fury of the things overwhelm me a whole

Life batters me throws me to the rocks

Battered ragged I almost lose it to the wormhole

A dolphin comes by to give me company in the empty sea

But the song of the soul drives it away as far as it can go

Leonard Rebello

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-we-go-again-16/