Trailing tranquility, and how ...

The need to feel wanted

 Is imprisoned within me

Unlike a canary in the cage

I can’t sing to be free

I am drowning, in not, some

body of water or whatever

But, in the deluge of thoughts

Them, I am unable to dissever.

The fire of spite that burns

Around my clueless existence

There are those that insist

To revel in continual resistance.

Surely my souls can hold

To the many outside blows

Just enough to endure until

I can overcome the throes

A dose of reality

It is the beautiful season of joy

While not a scrooge, I don’t

buy this temporary pseudo ploy  

to make life become bearable.

There is no permanency

Everyone gets by somehow

A complete lack of pertinency

With that of abject reality.

But is it all one looks for?

A brief reprieve of sorts

From the tedium, they abhor,

Just enough of this for a jolt.

The toiled stupor is shaken

And, renewed are the souls,

Everyone is ready to awaken

And, get lost in the grind.

The cycle goes on in a loop,

The hordes are survivors

There are the others who troop

And, make their own path of joy.

Coveting calm

I wish to be free of

all gnawing worries

I wish to wake up

sans the deluge of regrets

I wish to not bend over

feeling inadequate

I wish to feel full

and content with me

I wish to let go

of all the sadness

I wish to breathe

in pure and simple joy

I wish not to crumple

under pressures of life

I wish to live in calm

each day afresh