The Sad Nocturnal Song of Frogs

The night is young And enticing Still, a lump weighs heavily on my heart As I sit by the window And reflect on the cause of life! Pray, it would seem that, somehow People get so engrossed in life That they forget about its illusory power Or, Is it that they simply choose To pretend to forget about it And to concentrate on its joys! Why, life bothers me It moves me It pains me It is like a trap A wonderful scene painted Made of a most luscious clear watered pond But, the moment you approach it Creatures of darkness jump out And pull you in, In their cage where you become Like laboratory rats spinning on wheels Going faster and faster Going nowhere Yet, having to keep on moving For such is what is expected! Pray, the night is still young Frogs croak tirelessly Engaged in their own symphony Leaves rattle by carelessly Propelled by the winds Rain drizzles over from the sky And I can only think of that which life has taken from me As well as that which I secretly desire But which I may never get! Pray, the lump weighing over my heart is growing Almost as if it were a carnivorous plant Existing there, in my inner garden Ready to destroy everything that I treasure From my memories To my romantic aspirations! Why, life is such Made to be a mere game Enacted by you and me But being ruled by the powerful will of Fate And Death! Why, on this cold night I can only sit and reflect Saddened and burdened! For Contest: Sad Free Verse 2017 Sponsored by Laura Loo Written on 28 July 2017