Fate' Thief

It really bugs me
That at every corner,
A question poses
No forewarning;

As if tradition
Needs new emissions,
Changing rules
With every move.

Whether there's enough
On your plate
Or you're running late,
Fate doesn't care
Throws more in with weight.

It giggles as you try
-very hard to juggle on by,
The additional mess -it's sectioned in,
Creates extra junctions -another untidy din.

My head's in a spin
Hair pulling thin,
A scream caught in my throat,
A sigh meshed with fate's gloat.

I really don't care
Nor even despair;
Fate -please carry on, overflow me with grief
I stand -I'm poised to fight your very spiteful thief.

~ Copyright © Ozlem Yikici 25.02.2013