Some Poetry

So this is something that I wrote about two months ago that seemed related to the theme of this blog... that being "Muddled Thoughts." I had written it in the middle of the night. I had an awful cold, my head was conjested, and I was perhaps a bit feverish. Not being able to sleep, these words started to go through my mind. Not wanting to wake up my brother Abel, and not wanting to lose these words, for whatever they were worth to me... I started to write this poem with no lights. Talk about Muddled! After getting through about one and a half stanza's I finally resorted to finishing it with my keychain LED. It's not a very good poem in itself, but I thought it would do alright as an introductory post. And because it has had no title since I wrote it... I named it after this blog. So here it is... enjoy.

Muddled Thoughts of a Feverish Mind

Alas! And why this cold so hot,
And when will forehead kelvins drop.
How will this head's deep rumblings stop
To let me take my rest.

My consciousness is cursing now
The pillow opposite my brow
Which hindereth my sleep somehow!
How wearying this test!

Why do I long for mother's love?
What are those dots of light above
As dismal as a mourning dove?
My eyes are clos-ed fast.

Is God a man that He can't see
The dismal plight expressed by me?
Did He not promise to e'er be
Provider for my best?