I lament at all the time
That slipped clean from my grasp
The days long past
Not built to last
And events hard to clasp
There's been too much in waiting
Too much that's long been spurned
I sit awhile
Bereft of smile
Repenting all I've learned
I strip myself of feeling
I lose myself in thought
The life that's mine
In sharp decline
Far from that which I sought
I try, yet cannot muster
A will to call my own
My leprosy?
This lethargy
This state none can condone
He says that he's besotted
She says I'm insecure
Those words they grate,
Leave me irate
The truth remains obscure
After the noise and bluster
Those words professed (profane)
I slink away
And rue the day
I gave my heart in vain
MRDA
(2004)
I loved this poem.
Masterful, loved the choice of words and style it is written in.
'There's been to much in waiting.'
'I strip myself of feeling'
loved those.
I think you are very clear with what you want to say, you don't lose the rhythm that makes it poetry.
I probably relate to this poem most. I loved it.