Day after day, I rivel. Who knows for how long? Reduced to mere survival screaming it’s selfish undertone. Aspiration is long forgotten If I live, to what avail? Despair darkens my demeanor Time and time again, I fail. Compassion is now contended; Making less sense than it did before And those who are offended break the hinges off my door. Disappointment - my adornment as if I’m capable of more.. If only they knew the torment that is relentless at my core. Wisdom only mocks me. She dances around my doom singing, “Here lies a foolish boy who followed freedom to his tomb.” Now I’m cast to raging seas; A boat beaten by an angry wave; unanswered cries like pleas from crows that cry above my grave.
Tell me, Lord.. can these dry bones live?
Ah, Lord, You know. But I am left to wonder why every attempt to be the hero turns to ashes when I die. All this foolishness will follow as I lay down and return to dust and time is sure to swallow all these fallacies I trust.