Pondering Poem by Tygrr Robertson

Living with swill
and praying for slumber
Waiting for God
to call my number

Once I thought I'd take
this world by storm
Realities prove
these dreams remain unborn

Staring off into nothing
until first twilight
When will I gain refuge
from this unending plight?

Writing late in the night
gives some hope to thee
Other than that
all other has failed me

Why has life become
so complicated
With it's advancements
why cannot I become jaded?

Even meagerly surviving
life's been decent to me
Sometimes striving for riches
but never reaching poverty

Love unconditional
or unconditional love
Feelings so pure it
shines white as a dove

When I pursue I'm oft left
standing alone in the rain
This grand rank of love,
surely I'll never obtain

Ty R.