When It is Time to Move On
A poem about despondency, and the bewildering weight of unfulfilled expectations.
the recluse of life is indefinitely severe
heavier on the heart, and harder to bear
here, there, we try to emigrate
running away to a place of solace
comforting thoughts ushering in our blindness
while the people around us pay no mind
whatever will happen, the worry appears
can I be free, from this despair
will I dispel this agonizing fear,
will she love me, for whatever I gave her dear
I wait and wait for her to notice I’m here
but only naught is what I experience near
oh dear, I fear, I fear it all will end
I might wait too long, and she might never come
what if I close my eyes, and imagine it as I bear
the pain, the sorrow, the tearful release
but then again, who am I kidding,
she left me for dead, why am I still here
why, oh why, should I just disappear,
yes, I’ll disappear, it’s time to say; goodbye…
