I’m sad today, can’t shake the pain,

a gradual increase in melancholy.

It’s moments like this I’m nervous,

only nowadays a temporary setback,

carrying a mystique reality in my hands,

not always knowing how to find peace.

Sometimes I feel I might have a cry,

and then somehow I distract myself.

It is that cleansing release I cherish,

alone in my pain I can be vulnerable.

How it is the minutes and hours tick

away leaving me with a little confusion.

It comes on so strong I can’t bear

having to ride it out over again,

years of unanswered questions.

Sitting here in a lonely space,

I’m told it’s all up to me to change

the course of my day, these moments.

I’ll try again to forget what I just wrote.