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
Copyright © Eric Donovan | Year Posted 2015
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