Rudderless, weightless, un-tethered, adrift
Blue sky, raging sea, calm meadow, black cloud
My essence of being in need of lift
Morale splattered, body tattered…not proud
Self-Pity comes knocking, I open door
He takes me on journey back to my youth
Unsolicited visits…I abhor
The past flies beyond the pillars of truth
Each day is a test, to reach tomorrow
Dates mean nothing…I calendar deny
Faux smiles conceal…depth of my sorrow
To claim contentment, would simply be lie
As escaped balloon makes way to the stars
I futilely struggle with mental bars
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