I look into the falling rain and find myself slipping
Dripping with the cold past, memories of old pain
Drops fall, the puddles falling at my damp water life
Spiraling a mirror of self-lonely strife
A sigh, one frown, crying soft saddened tears
Storms of rememberence through the bleak yesteryears
Clouds casting a whorl
The dark sky sheltering a fair heart
But how can I have joy, while taking no part?
I try to cover myself
Defying the stabs of my fate's intents
This is madness, I think
What is my destiny
A plaything with which gods and angels scheme
Am I doomed then to live, time never letting me free?
Subsumed wholly underneath life's scattered debris
Is there justice, outside this torrential doubt?
Perhaps more than sorrow
Is love, perhaps, just a sliver of sun?
Shining through mists
But not for me
A personal paradise, which I can never own
I long to feel
While standing at a crossroad in life
The urge is to take the most comfortable path
The road with least resistance ...
The shortest or most traveled route
And yet, I have been down that comfortable road before
Have gleaned its lessons in life, and learned from my experiences
It is in these times of confusion
That I must seek peace and solitude
How often I must bear the challenges of life
The endless roller coaster between happiness and sorrow
The constant ups and downs of daily strife
And always the question remains .... WHY ME?
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