when saddened days are dark
and dreary. In pain and brooding
a 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, witnessing inhumanity
blatent indignities,
social injustices,
humility and strife.
While on many days I'm saddened…
so saddened…
so…very…saddened
while Time quietly ticks away
leaving regrets and memories in its wake;
precious moments sucked into a ravenous
void while I, in my ignorance, choose to avoid
the glory in life's carpet lain at my feet.
I…a blind connoisseur of emotional defeat.
 
(c)2004