Off centre

Wonky
Like everything in life is
At the moment.

I have been
Hung at an angle.

Converging lines that
Somewhere in the not too distant
Future
Will collide.

Crossed paths
That never should meet.

No business is it of theirs
If I struggle to balance
Keep my keel even
They were designed to be parallel
Set apart
Always.

I was flawed
Made uneven.

Nailed to the wall.