Burden of words

A sassy retort, a snarky snap,

A trigger the cause to all mishaps,

Quick to draw, throw an insult

With nary a though of the result

Biting remarks, bordering on rage

Pointing fingers and ripping rampage

Raw emotions and fury abound

The slurs he continues to pound

Mulling over melancholy

Years have passed to no avail

This past year, will however prevail

A bag of disenchantments dominate

As ways to get past, I ruminate

 

Not a single triumph to recall

Of misery, I seem to be in thrall

Little moments seemingly so

Even those have been a blow

 

How did I get myself into this rut

Of dread and dreary, entire gamut

Snap out of it one can; I used to say

Different altogether, when it’s my day

 

Persons, things and events,

Have contributed their contents

However hard, I seem to try

From its clutches, I can’t pry.

Yet again, gloom

I look at you, yes! You there

Is your life really simple

Are you devoid of worries

Or filled with chaos ample?

 

Outlandish, as it may seem

Mine has no prospects

Lack of hope charts it out

Gone are the happy aspects

 

Perplexed I am too, at this

But, misery continues to nibble

At my already broken spirit

My soul is now awfully brittle.

Revelation

 

I fear rejection

There I put in down in a paper

I bear not any malice

But I’d rather do without.

I conform to others’ views

In hope of inclusion

I stay away from states

Where I need to pick a side

I don’t act in rebellion

Nor pioneer any reverses

I wait and I view myself

As this life passes by

Even in poetry, I toe the line

Not me, to stray from the

Path of righteousness

 

Stranded on the shore

The misty horizon beckons

The deceptive spring day

Frolicking in the beach

I hoped to, but turned out gray

 

Amidst the teeth chattering chill

I still had my sweet way

Far into the frigid waters

I let the ways on me, play.

 

Life isn’t waiting for the calm

As goes the oft repeated cliché

Its dancing amidst the cold rain

Keeping it up, be it sunshine or nay.

Ruinous reign

A lethal combination

Of misconstrued communication

And petulant demeanor

Made up for a downer.

 

Between the two, there was

no love lost. Many a faux pas

Cringing at the conversation

Sneaking away in desperation

 

The maniacal accusations,

Heralding each other’s’ frustrations

Kook, one is berated as

And, so on goes the razzmatazz

 

Caught amidst the melee

Near and dear, enter the fray

Unpleasant are their ways,

Mired in the loveless life maze.