A wondering mind singing a tone every day
A tone of despair, in the dark gloom of dismay,
Struggling to hold on himself with astray thoughts,
And breathing gasps of air drenched in fraught.
I look and observe only to find,
The wondering mind is nobody's but mine,
With all the negativity building inside,
I try and fail to brush these thoughts aside.
Questions unanswered, reasons unrevealed
And hoards of distress inside concealed,
Fighting with myself, and searching for perfection,
Bereft I lie, with this wondering mind in disaffection.
Then my eyes indignant, recall the time forgone,
Only to provoke, and flare the wrath thereon.
It's time to end it all, the funny flimsy excuses,
Says the forsaken heart with unhealed bruises.
One day these tears shall all refrain,
One day my thoughts won’t be this mundane
One day things will all come placidly my way
And I'll be beaming with gladness that day!
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