Patrick Lorenz Poet Iambic Pentameter

How's Your Day

Cold and leering, often sneering
I’ve gone through out my day

Feeling no pride, wanting to hide
With nothing I want to say

I will not seek, the world that’s bleak
That offers me no relief

Don’t get involved, nothing’s resolved 
Or suffer the pain and grief

Trudging ahead, my memory’s dead
With the awful, the painful and true

My lives at stake, I cannot fake
At all what I’m supposed to do

Is it too late, to change my fate?
Or is it carved in stone? 

There is no doubt, I must cry out
And tell God I feel alone

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David Fisher April 4, 2013 at 5:11 PM Though a heavy subject, this was nicely written...which in itself, among other things, are small steps that changes fate. That and to laugh a lot during our bleakest moments.