Despair Everywhere

Standing on the platform of despair awaiting a train to anywhere whether it's over here, or over there no idea where i'm going, and I dont care must be better places everywhere. What a shock, train is late even longer I have to wait quick pint to commiserate. The road is long, the path is thin surely being this miserable is a sin need to find, this happiness within turn the frown upside down and flash a grin. The emptiness that dwells so heavily only recedes when rhyming cleverly the joy I get, from the sentence I create this empty page, was fun to decorate, distraction in thinking of the words I know gelling together to make sentence flow open my mind, for creative winds to blow, but when the poems done, that's it for fun back to the emptiness of a life humdrum and a downwards slant from my thumb. My hair I could tear out, screaming I wanna shout do I always have to go without even though there's so much about from venison to rainbow trout I feel like a vegetarian in a steakhouse the only empty plate, in a very full house I know i'm a lion, but I feel like a mouse either that, or an abused spouse. The pits of agony, i do fall not anymore, stand and walk tall! ©John-Ovan.P.Hull