PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

And in such stagnant times;

Left to just your mind, 

Your body aches for progress

That you've scowered meaning to find. 

And it depends on the hour,

How your life is read;

Whether a tragedy of effort misplaced

Or a success that's briefly mislead. 

Envy wanes the solitary mind;

Numbs all lifeless pleasures

So that blank eyes see naught

As you wholly misjudge your measure. 

This stretch seems more than infinite;

A trap that renders your lifeless,

And for the night you exist as turmoil

In accordance with your fleeting bias.