Sorry For The Day Poem by Wilfred Mellers

Sorry For The Day
Written by: Wilfred Charles Mellers, Tuesday, December 22,2009, @ 10: 24 AM

When I am up someone always brings me right back down
Sorrow and emptiness all around can be found in the happiest town
When I feel joy that's when the pain starts
There's another day filled with broken hearts

I never enjoy myself for it will never last
Stuck here more in the never-ending past
I could be happy if the world let me be
No room for joy or happiness for me

When I am away that's when it starts
Another day filled with more broken hearts
When I'm away it all falls apart
Discontented peddler's wares in my pushcart

Heartbreak greets daily has it becomes my sweetheart
My symphony blues composed by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Deaf to the world jotting voiceless sound composed Ludwig van Beethoven
Roasted to a crisp my dessert notes in my spoiled oven

Why does misery follow me around
It tracks me down like a bloodhound
Like the wind, I ride as a greyhound
I understand it not, I am dumbfound

Thoughts ponder I so profound
Down-trodden I through this earth wondering I trod west to eastbound
Through yonder woods and valleys, I flee as the foxhound do
For reasons unannounced to me brought to foreground too

Gray skies followed by a darker storm cloud
Screaming silently whispered no words loud
Truth is that my joy cannot be found
So I sit now motionless and quietly without making a sound