World Weary

In the gloomy world of loneliness My mind roamed like untended sheep It must have taken a flight to Alaska who cares where it goes anyway? Life has given me a sour taste It has adorned my soul with thorns Making me a shadow of my former self Amongst the boisterous crowd I fell no better than a pariah After a decade, I still long for the staff of life The sun has refused to beam its light I’ve resigned my fate to providence Who has long chosen to forget that I deserve comfort like my affluent compatriots