Beset current despondency

goads me again to express


Reason for disenchantment

and issues crucial  address


It’s not just plain strangers

but ones considered as own


Despite all indulged civility

apathy in return got shown


Kept seeking sane rationale

 searched the very core inside


Answers did never justify

with none to stand beside


Time just carried on ticking

had me caught in a state


When I deemed I‘d arrived

but it was already too late


Waited with bated breath

for ongoing drift to amend


A change since not evident

for myself I learnt to fend


Closeted in secure environs

at somewhat slower pace


Taking all what comes along

not contending in any race







◄ April Rain

The Torment ►


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