Sunday, January 1, 2012

Negative Thoughts

Life seems a facade.
Truth hidden and frail.
Each day more sadness 
Covered by my smiling veil.

What of optimism
Or of thoughts attracting thought?
Might it  be just a sham of hope 
That really serves for naught?

Even Love is not as strong
A cure-all as it used to be.
I wake with the sun, and begin again
Despair following me.








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1 comment:

  1. jyouristJanuary 5, 2012 at 10:01 PM

    You're right---pretty despairing. Ahhh...those elusive golden years.

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