Kinda scary, when you think about it
Obstacles, and their causes of being.
Knowing full, and darn well,
that nothing you do will prevail.
That said, on this course....
Being in the peril of lot’s belief system.
It sucks, because you are stuck in a trap.
Fighting the reality of being a victim.
Stirring in the face, the rigors of poverty.
Just another vast assortment of crap.
A void now, but having taken a vast load;
Seems it is getting deeper and more stickier.
Quite so to a point, I am sinking boorishly in.
Right down into the ditches of despair.
A negative contempt for me sits within.
The echoes of a past time never explored.
Though this presently, is very necessary for me.
Within reciting a verse or two...
At seldom, I counter the reaction into peace.
By writing, or pondering other actions.
Myself, I get to face truth in the mirror.
An image that once was of gold.
Now marked with an uneven resilience.
Who am I to say though, because I am
not sure anyone is hearing this.
Maybe it really is me versus the world,
the whole vast lot.