sometimes i feel the strife within
as too much of a struggle
theirs an anguish of disconcerting
and of disenchantment
i try to see good but mine eyes at
this
moment can only see a fog or of
nebulous
at best squelching my inspiration and
desire to find joy
not self pity but a recognition of my
occasional descending state of mind
into a space without light, unable to
feel
my way even with arms stretched out
so empty is that sense when wanting
love’s
presence and it seems to be beyond my
grasp
when once i thought I saw its glow,
my heart
followed the light only to find a
void
i think the soul, not being of this
world,
does not understand this heart’s
mundane
grief and pain and asks the question……….
‘you wish for me to leave or stay
another day?’
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