Musing Malaise

As one sits still through the time lit haze staring in silence mainly at misspent days; prodding the phase that brings on malaise. Return to times of dances and plays, dizzying daze, then pining for praise! Regrets and the thoughts it soon shall raise; what was missed by one's wandering ways or the idle mind on which doubt preys? Though memory strays, hurt sadly stays; this lonely life, so there it just lays. 10 Lines 73 Words Monorhyme