Harried Poem by lindan anthony

Betwixt and between
all busy and besieged
banalities and beseechings
rush over strangers in my path.

Within the musty attic of my ennui
cobwebs of unused smiles
shatter amidst ill-wind
and the whirling eddies of discarded social graces
have long gone to dust.

A plodding contentment
keeps me company
familial comfort blankets me
against the chill of indifference
this odd-woman-out existence
taken for granted
provides consistency.