Bleak And Blue Poem by Robert Siney

I do not like what I see,
When my eyes are exposed to me.

The future looks bright,
But I can’t see the light.

I want to join in the art,
But I don’t fit the part.

Yearning to play the game,
But I don’t look the same.

I need to find some solid ground,
But that luxury cannot be found.

Though I don’t utter a word,
A solemn soliloquy is heard.

My survival requires a friend,
But that absence means the end.