Funny how every single line
seems now to simply decline
assume an ever-negative slope
devoid of any happiness and hope
Leaving me left right here
lost and tossed in doubt and fear
never really sure what is next
feeling always troubled and vexed
For I seek to make any sense
of this past imperfect tense
back when I was still writing
when my life was still exciting
But how can I dare to refuse
this destiny that I now choose
this truth that lies before me
only partially letting me see
So, I will continue my descent
recalling everything it then meant
when my quest led me higher
when this poetry would inspire






