Just another tirade

Omnipresent, the callousness,

That get me agitated,

Obnoxious are the actions,

That make me unsettled.

 

Offensive, the comments,

And inconsiderate observations,

Obtusely interfering,

In every others’ business.

 

Obsessively, I rant about,

The infuriating foibles,

Oblivious, the person leads,

An existence joyful.

Hindered

 

 

Words, I had in my repertoire,

There was a steady stock,

Sadly, not the case any more,

The supply has been caulked.

 

Thoughts and feelings flow,

That tide doesn’t ebb,

To confine them apropos,

Is mired in a thwarted web.

 

Attempts lay half done,

Never to see the light,

I am left to now mourn,

The verse’s curtailed plight.

 

Oldness

As I evolve into the new me,

A grave discontent pervades,

There is a yearning to be free,

But life seems to invade.

 

Sobering into maturity,

It is time to pull back,

Accompanying it, insecurity,

And it cuts me no slack.

 

Days begin to fill with despair,

The feeling won’t go away,

Encroaching, it slowly ensnares,

The imminent birthday.

 

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Nowhere but up

As I hit rock bottom,

About how to go on

There’s not a ray of hope

That I could fall back on.

 

As I want to just

curl up and cry,

Nothing I do matters,

Life just goes awry.

The trip

Nothing short of a voyage,

We embarked on today,

A destination exotic,

With childlike excitement.

Meticulously planned

The hosts wowed us all

Days turned into nights

And hours flew by fast

Perfect, a word I don’t use oft

Was the only way to say

Away from the maddening

Rat race and the crowds.

To nothing…

 

The countdown begins

To nothingness

Assigned to loneliness

 

There’s no next time

No tomorrow

No joy no sorrow

 

Age isn’t any number

Its speed bump

To the flump.