Keep on keeping on

 Keep on keeping on.

I never wanted it to come to this,

I’m a Jennyanydots.

A day’s hustle and bustle was all I wanted

Rolling my skirts up

Teaching music, crochet and personal and social development.

I didn’t want a war,

Friendly fire neurons blast consciousness with rattling blackness. 

Then locked in, ill made mute, until post-ictal blether.

I don’t want hostilities,

In my sanctuary, but we don’t always get what we want.

So we keep on keeping on.

Half muttered petitions,

Barely spoken on my lips,

To her, the dispenser of dues.