The Tempest

Alone and vulnerable I sit in my dark world,
A tempest of emotions in self loathing I swirl,
Searching for a rhyme a reason to smile,
To feel happy and loved if only for a little while,
Serendipity cleaves my life with its axe of sorrow,
One amongst my kin yet bitter and hollow,
As empty as a gloomy shadow blocking out the sun,
Each step taken in screaming agony, my shadow weighs a ton,
They say a glimpse of the end brings clarity to one's means,
Helps put life in perspective and account for all your sins,
But how does one account for the vagaries of fate,
To see no ace of spades once our cards have been dealt,
I want to feel happy and loved if only for a little while..
Searching the world for a rhyme and a reason to smile..

Catharsis

There are seasons of happiness and droughts of despair,
one follows the other in a life thats ever so unfair,
be happy, be content and share in the mirth,
clutch at the straws of joy and pleasure before they hit the dirt,
just like actors, masks we all wear,
to hide behind the truth, protected from the unpleasant stares,
when you see a pretty face that sets your heart aflutter,
watch out for the blade that plunges like a searing knife through butter,
hate becomes a bird of prey swooping in for a kill,
ecstasy snatched away in an instant turns to loneliness waiting for a fill,
as I watch out the window through the bars of the rain,
each falling raindrop a thundering hammer on my pain..