Whimpers Shall Not Well Nor Weep

chakra shot, aura ignored inner peace left unexplored feelings sans a sounding board blest I’ve left the mindless horde friends, none that lie to me or neighbors that like to see a banshee wailing jamboree self-reproach is absentee no dogs, cats, or swimming fish little is left demanding wish lunch mirrors a petri dish the future passed with reminisce up every day at the crack of noon to nosh on candies and macaroon suck helium from a red balloon entertained at the Shambles Saloon the postman left mail today junk and clutter some might say bills and debts remain unpaid life is better left unplayed beds splayed displayed clothes unwashed too deep to wade dust layered is carefully laid happiness is now homemade the sun set that never rose reflections must I suppose account, compound, and then depose neatly rowed in juxtapose lying down at last to sleep importuning God will keep me whole, sweet, and replete whimper shall not well or weep