A Cynic’s Chokehold
Feelings of disappoint
Dejection
Anger
Sadness
Cycles of craziness envelop my soul
Filled with cynicism
Tired of mud smeared dreams
Clarification is on the horizon
But what will get me through until then?
Happy is a foreign concept
Dark days seem endless
Disaster is a backseat driver
Beauty isn’t as stimulating
Sweet taste sour
Nothing seems to flow
Second guessing becomes a norm
Turned against the inner me
Can’t even breathe
Pulling for the shades
The sun is inconsistent
Flashes of the future bing upon a glimmer of hope
Maybe change is around the bend.
11-18-14
The moments of happiness we enjoy take us by surprise. It is not that we seize them, but that they seize us.
– Ashley Montagu