These Days Poem by Alan Browne

These Days



Tender as I start my week,
A journey with no ember.
Dreary days be all the same,
Pointless to remember.

Stale memories domineer the maze,
Being the errors of my ways.
Vainly suffer through the days,
Praying to God it's just a phase.

Sentence keeps extending.
Worries, upwardly trending,
Mind is constantly fending,
Demons from ascending.

Dead memories all that reign.
Relentless, they still remain,
Loved ones presume I feign
Day by day, going insane.

Praying for death of this phase.
Endless wallow through fog and haze.
Long and somber be the days
Aimless wander in malaise.

Friday, April 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Dark
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Anita Sharma 15 September 2015

excellent write.liked

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