Oh rambling and once poignant thoughts of mine,

why have you beleaguered me on the brevity of time.

Where are the words that once brought me glee?

And why do you attempt in verse to bring upon me your misery?

Why can I not see a brighter shade of blue?

Or feel the warmth of passion that true lovers do?

Why must I forever stand, in the corridors of your darkness?

Is it because you abhor me, or is it that I think I am less than I am.

For you once long ago gave me such beauty to behold,

Yet now all I can see is the blackness of a mans soul.

For it is through my eyes, that I witness the despair in mankind.

I can sense their heartaches and their cries screaming from deep inside,

And I feel the wishes of those many whose yearning it is to die.

So why oh thoughts of mine, why must this be my burdens quest,

When all I desire are, pretty words of dainty verbs that describe beauty the best.

So relieve me,

and no longer grieve me,

with your words and deeds of darkness.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004