Gloom

Confusion sets in Along with it the sense of vertigo and spinning wheels Tumbling end over end and from side to side Slipping through the cracks in the floor I’m lost again Forgotten all over again Unforgiven one last time And still the church bells ring out to echo the tale of my soul With its sweet ballad of woe And crying eyes and flushed cheeks Petals flakes falling softly to the ground Crushed beneath feet and booted heels and crooked canes But my heavy eyes and slumping shoulders burdened so By this weight upon them both Throws down the gauntlet of dreariness deep “God help me now . . .” And no there is no answer for one so wicked as I No answer at all for I deserve none don’t you think? “Well to hell with you God!” My head sags to my chest and my eyes close The lids so heavy I feel the sense of gravity on my face And still there is no answer “Who needs you anyway, you never answer . . .” No, No flower petals . . . . . . . either