Children & The Impossible

This self-indulgent and pretentious (like Rock 'N Roll) rant is about the impossibility of wishing you were never born or didn't survive those life threatening situations of life when you have children you love and respect.
My children are part of me, very self servingly noted. They are also individuals with their own sense of life and living. The world would be a lesser place without their beamish lives.
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
I wish to say
But demons from my blackened soul
Rise up to bar my goal
Having a bad day
Weary of the play
My part continues pointless
it seems
though open venues
appear in my dreams
I wake to weariness
from making plans
crafting schemes
all dissolve to senselessness
My mocking phone is silent
My thoughts emerge violent
In heroic stands
Against the bands
of evil and disdain
(Republicans mostly)
and Willie Brown

There's hope
this will pass
My temporal hell will cease
A slumber perhaps
a passing of time
enough for the drugs to work.