I seek to break (and read my book)

Experiments with forms – my attempt at a pantoum.

I seek to break from scrolls that speak of doom.
I needle at the comments full of rage;
The bile sent forth from deeply lonely rooms.
I worry that I cannot concentrate.

I needle at the comments full of rage.
I'd like to read but don't pick up my book.
I worry that I cannot concentrate.
I give the phone another second look.

I'd like to read but don't pick up my book.
The comments are distraction from the page.
I give the phone another second look.
With habit over hope I still engage.

Yet when I'm feeling  lonely in a room
And need to break from scrolls that speak of doom,
I do know there is solace to be found
With words written, set, printed and then bound.

Hannah Going 
June 2025