So it is you this time around that has been dealt a blow?
Well, that is just how these things go..
Things come back around they say
For every seed we sow
We pay.
This day a cold wind blows
Tomorrow, no one knows
Everyone baffled
Where is our future?
Do we have one even?
In this life, a season gone in the blink of an eye
We grow old
We die
Not enthusiastic for a short life of suffering
No shield buffering the pain
In the end only darkness
Cold
Pouring rain
You do not have the stamina
Efforts observed
Yet nearly worthless
Try again
And again and again
Simply put..
The energy level is low
I know you want to show
What I would like to see
The presentation is lacking
Renew the synergy and get back at me
We groove in synchronicity
Yet the tides have changed seemingly
I stalk the night but I do not find my love
He is in another galaxy without me
Our orbits no longer on the same trajectory
It is the ultimate tragedy
Where I long to be
Inevitable, though impossible it may seem
The current state of affairs
Blight
Grim
But alas!
Not everlasting
My personal purgatory
Until I am ready for the next level of existence
I am in my darkest hour
And I long to transcend it
I am melancholy today
Is it the rain making me feel a certain way?
Or is it an accumulation of events
Of which I have had no chance to vent
All the pent up aggression
All the resentment
My spirit spent and longing to transcend this
Yet there is no escaping it
Is and always will be
The darkest part of me
I loath and relish
Yet I need it to replenish
The grey clouds have come to engulf me
Yet I do not fight
I just let it be
