Dreary-ness

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Dreary-ness

THE SCENE AROUND ME IS SATURATED WITH SWEET NOTHINGS, PET NAMES AND, THE SONGS OF HUMMING BIRDS. THE SUN IS TOO BRIGHT CULMINATING ITS RAYS AS LOVE STREAKS BLINDING MY EYES AND HURTING MY SOUL. AS IT EXPERIENCES EVERY RAY AND HEARS EVERY NOTE BELTED INTO EXISTENCE WITH FALSE STARTS AND HE'S NOT THE ONES, MY EYES BECOME DEAD BOLTED SHUT AND MY HEART ON 24 HOUR LOCK DOWN. I DIFFER FROM THOSE BASKING IN THE RAYS AND JAMMING TO THE TUNES SEEMINGLY UNAFFECTED BY MY DISPOSITION. I AM AFRAID TO OPEN MY EYES. PARANOIA CONSUMES ME AS MY OUTLOOK ON THIS SCENE IS SO, SO WEARY. THE ROAD FREQUENTLY TRAVELED WITH HOPES AND ASPIRATIONS HAS TURNED INTO A LONELY ONE WAY AVENUE OF DESPAIR. I HAVE RESORTED TO LIVING IN THE SHADOWS OF THOSE ABOVE ME BASKING IN THE AMBIENCE. AM I CONDEMNED TO LIVE LIFE IN THIS WAY? WITH NO ONE TO UPLIFT ME?... NO ONE TO SHINE HIS LIGHT ONTO MY LONELY AVENUE AND LEAD ME TO THE STAIRWAY THAT LEADS TO THE HIGHER REALM EVERYONE ELSE IS IN?? OR WORSE YET, IS THERE NO ONE LEFT EXCEPT ME?..THE LAST SINGLE GIRL....

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

mzlahelaaloha50’s Poems (6)

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