Life Unknown

Rest does not come easy upon this muggy unseasonably warm night Eyes fixed as if seeing some other world, not the present Life ordinary yet blank from pleasure, real sadness would be preferred to this unfeelingness Depression's grip unforgiving, unrelenting Prisoner though never executed, no trial of guilt Sentenced to death, at some undisclosed future day, laughingly disregarded in this home, Hopeless to become alive again. No chance of an appeal to a higher authority. Acceptance Of this fate, today would be merciful, but in my soul there is hope. Hope of a glance and a Chance for reconciliation of the former life less ordinary, productive. Regaled as worthy to Breathe and feel the sun upon the pale freckled flesh, among the livelier folk, who know what To do with a life, given freely, easily, no choice of the said life. As if magically we breathe, And it is life, no instructions and no guarantees. Tomorrow may see more clearly, the road set before, the haze removed before these eyes Tonight though is heavy in past regrets and guilt, somber is my road Tomorrow should be merry and playful? Tomorrow...