Never more

Never more shall you

Holler out my name

Just to seek acquiesce

Of your already set plans

Never more will be the calls

At the exact moment

That’s right. just to pull a

Mini verbal con, ending in climax

Never more a juicy

Tale of gossip will I hear

While you provide the added

Embellishments in jest

Never more will I see

A sliver of smile breaking

The cloud of suffering –

Because there isn’t any left.

Born to wane

Pretty without purpose

Are they born to be wasted?

The faraway fields

Speckled in yellows

They stay unnoticed

And, unappreciated,

In irony are pulled out

In exasperation

The revival of life

With no symbolisms

Ruthlessly abhorred

Viewed in disdain

Wistful and dying

Folklore bestows value

Grantor of wishes

Purveyor of passion.

Selfless are the dandelions

Resilient in charity

Thriving through it all

The timekeeper lives on  

Rolling to-do lists

There are things to be done

But first they need to be begun

While there is interference

Of progress, there’s no appearance

A rolling list of improvements,

While to life, I make amends

But, the effort remains in vain

While I tend to matters insane

Lacking empathy and propriety

And, of everything there’s dubiety

There will be no end in sight

I curl up and wallow in my plight.

Stifling are the nights and days

While no one alters their ways

Unfinished, things will remain

While menial, I seem to deign

The contentment of completion

Remains but a hazy notion

While others’ lives are in motion

Mine is nothing but a commotion.