Profound sadness 

clouds my view 

at a quarter til two. 

I don’t understand why 

my muse avoids me like the flu, 

when a simple poem or song will do. 

Wise words to help me understand

why true love passed me by

in this lifetime.

Why wrong choices,

that felt right at the time,

left me alone in this abyss

where my better self

silently bears witness

to my shriveled soul. 

 

I know in the light of day

everything will be ok. 

So I’m wiping tears,

from this swollen face,

trusting God of love 

to take my hand, 

and lead the way, 

to a safer place.