Troubled

I look upon the clean white sheet and shed a salty tear I know not what I seek my mind seems totally out of gear I envision a beautiful sundrenched day yet see no better day I look up at the clear blue sky yet feel no better way Alas my time has come and gone and unlettered I remain My heart feels numb without this compulsive resounding pain I etch this scene from my very own troubled way My sympathies seem to end in constant delay Woe to this solitude ineffectual as it may I pray for an impulse, some light to my day