Some days I grow weary...
so weary...
so...very...weary
when saddened days are dark
and dreary. In pain and brooding
with mournful cry a despondently
haunting lullaby echoes of
lost loves, lost chances, lonely
questions why.
Other days I grow restless...
so restless...
so...very...restless
when my weary will is tested
to survive in these hardened
trials of life; suffering humiliates,
wretched indignities,
social inhumanities,
responsibilities and strife.
Whilst on many days I'm saddened...
so saddened...
so...very...saddened
while Time stealthily slips away
leaving regrets and memories in its wake;
precious moments sucked into a ravenous
void whilst I, in my ignorance, choose to avoid
the glory in life's carpet lain at my feet.
I…a blind connoisseur of emotional defeat.
