Strange Sensation Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Strange Sensation over me,
I feel so giddy all over;
Surly some things are meant to be,
For the world is a true Dover.
How come this mood's inside?
Just letting me worry still;
Sorrows are there amplified,
Nothing of them to fulfill.

Strange Sensation here around,
Connecting to some answers;
Nothing of gladness found,
Only the shadowy dancers.
End of the year is coming,
Doubts will thus carry on;
Darkish colorless blooming,
Yet there's no springtime sun.

Strange this sensation really is,
With sleepiness in bringing;
For other thing I truly wish,
I am more of a singer singing.
To opportunities of next year,
Hopes are on the horizon;
After frost roses boutonniere,
That fades into the oblivion.