Monday, December 30, 2013

Aged anguish

The spoken smiles, the unspoken tears,
Bright exterior, riled within in fears,
Words sound hollow and actions weak,
When gloom envelopes, life is bleak.
Thoughts weakened, language burns,
Alleviation attempts warrant spurns,
Burden and bondage seemingly,
Self doubts creep up repeatedly.
The end needn’t be near, yet
The finality seems to have set,
Borrowed time, recurring norm,
Beyond capability, emotions swarm.

1 comment:

  1. It's a new year, and Sunday Scribblings 2 is a new place for prompts for writers of whatever genre. I was sorry to see Sunday Scribblings go, so I decided to continue the tradition. Each Wednesday, I will post a new prompt. At midnight Friday, you will be able to link your writing to this site: Sunday Scribblings 2

    The prompt is up. Please join us!


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