Another dull day,
Without much to say,
is silently slipping,
While dodging a gripping,
again, empties my will
Leaving all so sadly still
Once sturdily strong,
Always chugging along,
Fell in a deep hole,
and for now is all gone.
Yet maybe with luck
if not completely down struck
will rage a return,
to, again, light up my yearn.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC