How can I be broken?
Yet remain in one piece
My spirit floating on a wave of self pity.
Where once it felt like a hundred horses
Raced through my fast beating heart
A slow-moving mule now ideals past
My anguish consumes me like soldier ants
Munching away at today’s delicacy
How I yearn for that zest of adrenaline to return
So once again I can skip along through the fields of eternal joy, without fear or trepidation
But alas, storm clouds leave me grounded
Without shelter or adequate protection
Leaving me drenched in my monsoon of pity and depression.
Some say that we are not promised a tomorrow
Nor do I want or need one, until I’ve dealt with all my yesterdays.
And time is not my friend as it drags me towards emptiness.
People obstruct me talking about nothing and the weather
Let it rain I say, just let it rain.