All Going To Hell (Poetry)

It often feels like
I’ve left it too late
to get my life out
of each awful mess
I find myself in

And exactly how
in the Devil’s name
does the whole thing go
so out of control
soon as my back’s turned?

It seems I barely
blink and things have changed —
plans get re-arranged
scuppered without much
by way of warning

It’s not the first time —
it keeps happening
Somehow I manage
to salvage enough
to begin again ...

But lately it’s harder
and takes more effort
to mend what’s broken
I’m tempted to let
it all go to Hell!