The Ponderings Poem by Sunny Chopra

Pretense of all endearments,
in an invented sort of ploy

With fitting use of other
as slanderous game’s decoy

None did try and reach out
in attempt to find or seek

All my emotional upheavals,
when feeling forlornly weak

Aided and abetted building
domains most others aspired

Couldn’t save own foundations
which providence had mired

Tried being a guiding beacon
showing verve shining bright

But kept groping in darkness
sans flicker of slightest light

Each hurt that I tried tending
returned with a stabbing gash

Pain could though be endured
but nasty & sardonic whiplash

Far too long has a wait been
for winds to favorably align

I’ll ride the next passing gust
and to fate’s final intent resign