A search for the meaning

the meaning of the mumble i hear

the chaotic jargon

that rings through my ear

Sifting through the remaining words

a waste of time it would create

the positive comments in my pocket

and in trash the ones of hate

The tone of the phrases i bunched together

give signs of hope and create my worry

i notice a pattern; overload on negative

and scramble them in a pitiful hurry

My mind is a whiteboard that's been scribbled on

I need

an eraser to clear the slate or

a new eisel; clean and white

fresh new paints on my palette plate.

I'll forget the past issues

i promise myself that statement will prove to be true

I'll hang tightly to the life preserver

this will be a hell of a rescue.