Mind

It’s times like these when all my mind Asks where to go and where to find The love and life that’s so deserved When all that’s shown feels so reserved Why do I feel what other’s revoke When shame consumes the words that spoke To happiness in day, and merry at night For me, it seems, an eternal fight. Words thin the blood; the pen is the razor The drug of choice that seems to favor Those of us with sadness to hide So much love to give, spilling over the side. And here we are, when said and done My mind is broken, and my time has run Does it get easier, when I turn the page Or am I doomed to this fragile age.