Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Exhausted essence

Aloof I want to remain
Ponder at the absurdity
Of the painful past
Of imminent adversities
Temporary, I deemed it,
But transient, it hasn’t been
Nary an up follows the down,
What am I supposed to glean?
Living is hard, I conclude
In reality, I shouldn’t carp,
Among privileged, I count me,
But, cannot stop this harp
The body of mine holds up
The broken down soul
When can I mend the tears
And become my old whole