These Days Poem by Kevin Lynch

So long have I know these days,
So wicked and weary and wild.
I've know them what seems a forever,
Ever since I was a young child.

Dragging on an unwated existence,
Prolonging an undesired fate.
Encountering tired resistance,
But any help being too late.

An unstopable force of emotion,
Meeting an incredible lack of will.
But an improvement comes slowly,
If I swallow down this pill.

But is it a long term solution?
Or something to keep me calm?
A never arriving retrobution,
Stopping the slaughter of a lamb.