Between the Lines
Never Quite There
Maybe I have found my niche,
aloneness, needing to accept
that victory has been my past
and that today, standing in the rain,
soaked with thought,
my life's journey is over.
I've tried to keep it simple,
doing without much that is popular
and thought to be of value
by today's standards.
I have been broken, stripped of dignity,
constantly looking inside my heart
only to blame myself for feeling.
There is no future to dream of,
only whisperings of more hardships.
Too stubborn to give in, but
tired of the soaking and the flooding
of yesterday's thoughts and today's actions
that lead nowhere.
"Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less."