dark clouds rolled by, storm's here
hard times has plummeted its way
making it emotionally tormented
i dread the irrational mischief in me
the thought of going through all this
it makes it harder than it seems
there is a trace of bitterness
sadness in everywhere i look
perplexed.
dark ages had begun
been weeks and i can't let go
memories of glorious times
will it still be possible?
illusions of a better way
peaceful, serene and nostalgic
angst, shame and agony
irony of misty waves splashes on me
the labyrinth of my intricate paradox.
