The Straggler’s Lament

I sit in silence and stare at the walls
What I behold, I cannot express
I wail in pain and curse the day I was birthed
What I feel,  I cannot emote
I wear a forlorn look and despair at my bane
What I want,  I would not receive
I wander to calm the mind and smell the roses
What I sense, I pray should not pass

Looking at the slab of concrete rewarded me with nothing but a similar questioning stare
Whatever revelation I sought, I received none
There existed no storyline with a teaching moment
These walls echoed nothing but the silence it had
Whatever belief that set me on this path was but a pie in the sky
Confusion was the only parting gift I received

I sit in silence and stare at the walls
What I behold, I cannot express
I wail in pain and curse the day I was birthed
What I feel,  I cannot emote
I wear a forlorn look and despair at my bane
What I want,  I would not receive
I wander to calm the mind and smell the roses
What I sense, I pray should not pass

Every day brings with it new hurts
Every day amps the pain that sears
Every day hurtles at you sorrow that drowns
Is there no escape room from this chokehold
Is there no bunker to act as a stronghold
Is there no spell to break this hold
The only express is pain felt in a diverse manner each day

I sit in silence and stare at the walls
What I behold, i cannot express
I wail in pain and curse the day I was birthed
What I feel,  I cannot emote
I wear a forlorn look and despair at my bane
What I want,  I would not receive
I wander to calm the mind and smell the roses
What I sense, I pray should not pass

The greatest falsehood I latched unto was that time was my ally
Sadness at the death of my swashbuckling years
I am rudely reminded of the mortality of man
I ponder my youth and the sustenance of brimming dreams it brought
I long to redeem the time but like dashed hopes, it slips through my aging fingers 
The grains of sand in my hourglass ticked way too quickly
I am utterly undone

I sit in silence and stare at the walls
What I behold, I cannot express
I wail in pain and curse the day I was birthed
What I feel,  I cannot emote
I wear a forlorn look and despair at my bane
What I want,  I would not receive
I wander to calm the mind and smell the roses
What I sense, I pray should not pass

The roadmap to peace and enlightenment plots the cumbersome
We’ve imprisoned ourselves with the ephemera
This youthful generation continues in the ways of the troublesome 
Idolatry even in their pursuit of euphoria
Under the pretext of being libertine they spawn and sire the unwholesome
Proponents of the will of the nether and its constituent apocrypha
Unbeknownst to even some

The air is thick with the foreboding
It escalates as time passes
The roses smell acidic grating to the throats
The only rescue; Stay the course of truth

I sit in silence and stare at the walls
What I behold, I cannot express
I wail in pain and curse the day I was birthed
What I feel,  I cannot emote
I wear a forlorn look and despair at my bane
What I want,  I would not receive
I wander to calm the mind and smell the roses
What I sense, I pray should not pass