Self Assessment

I don’t trust what I don't understand,
can’t account for some things I have done;

don’t believe what I know is untrue.
My excuses provide no relief.

Jobs I take never lead anywhere,
no matter how hard I may try.

I don’t trust this earth’s air I must breathe
and have even stopped asking God why.

None of which makes this into a poem.

On Poetry and ArtSuzi Peel