The end of what never began is where I found myself.
The aches and pains, the tears of rain,
too much to bear.
I can’t contain the strain of knowing this is how it’s always been.
I’m not surprised, but it still makes me cry and to make it worse crying doesn’t help.
It just fills me with agony of the unjust kind,
like slavery, mentally capturing my mind.
Where’s the divine intervention to suppress the tension,
not to mention the depression leading only to regression.
Get it right, get it straight, this itself is twisted fate,
undeserved, they may say but it is mine to contend until the end,
when bitterness will be outdone by the conventions of tenderness.
replaced even more with the reality of sadness.
justwordsjm 