Wretchedness

Sinister and ugly is how I feel In my downtrodden hellish thoughts That does not heal My feelings of apathy and regrets The driving theme’s of today That reveals my secrets What drives the internal in a being to become something new? Is it the driving rain or the symbolic blessing Called morning dew? I have no fathom of any kind of completeness Just the outer shell and the appearance Of weakness Everything feels that one accomplishment is two steps back Never a feeling of moving forward, but just getting whacked We are shaped into something that doesn’t know how to propel I never knew of anything that could really excel I do think but with no coherent and cohesive plan Or with any endurance I just fluctuate to another land This is the feelings that I am feeling right now And yet, I don’t know how to believe in something else Is it fear or complacency? Or not enough desperation? Or maybe this is just the mean of exasperation Glimmering moments in transparentness Brings another day and time For wretchedness