I have faltered in this place called life so many times.
Reality has become a slandering word to everyone.
Visions of happiness have portrayed itself in crimes.
Visions of sadness delivered upon the break of sun.
Each new day separated from the other but the same.
Creeping endlessly, I continue upon each day’s eve.
I have to realize that life is only a fantasy and game.
Though to reach the ultimate goal, a mind must reprieve.
I will carry on upon each new dilemma going forward.
I will empty my minds distaste and my souls stain.
My body will elevate upon a breeze to go onward.
My face shall show content and cover the pain.
These words are feathered from many I come across.
I am intertwined with their stories of widowed love.
The faces I see covered and are shadowed in loss.
These days are not different from the past above.
Though now I have filtered the reed of distastefulness.
I now grow and shall not weep unto ungratefulness.
Categories:
distastefulness, angst, depression, hope, life,
Form: Rhyme