An Untitled Poem

 
I spend too much time jousting at windmills with people on Twitter
with those who are equally angry and bitter

The only reason I don't give up life without a fight
is because I still have my ability to write

I am like a lost kite in the wind
only the Lord know where I will be in the end

My body's signs still all read vital
but, in my mind I am a poem in search of it's title