Linger
Why should one linger on futile desires
That simply manifests to despondence
Prospects markedly dire by fate's decree
Sans prudence, this foolhardy submission
Afflictions from this overwhelming pain
Of something simply unobtainable
In vain, we seek materialization
Of a fruitful, sustainable, closure
Morbidly, we muse on these reveries
Our inclination for the elusive
Compelling us to never cease belief
Subjecting ourselves to punitive woes
But, our persistence grants us description
For without ambition, we may languish
Copyright © Jay Ojano | Year Posted 2017
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