Sorrows upon sorrowsA Poem by 60s
As I sit here and reminiscence. I remember vividly at one part of my life where I had happiness!.. ah yes the controversial figure, was once in my life. I could go back to her wonders but I have no energy to put up a fight. A fight over life and fate. A fight over the game of give and take.
A game that I cannot seem to play. And as I sit here in my sorrows, these thoughts do not fade away. Nor does the sadness. I've been aquatinted with my foolishness and friends with my madness.
I'm not sure if it's just my adolescence, or just the nonsense of my own presence. but one thing is evident. for although I am living my mind is not present. I am now troubled by my own presence, my own existence is wearying me. I have no other choice but to drown in my own thoughts of empathy © 2017 60s |
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