The Wretched One

Woe is me, the wretched one
Torments me day by day
When it ceases, I die.
When it lives, I suffer.
Alas, why must Man endure such treachery, to be placed on the pedestal?
Judged by feelings and circumstances,
Often of a passive nature


Hold on, a voice calls
Let go, another one says
Who should I listen to?
What should I do?
Trust me senses or logic
Choices have consequences
Know that we do
But choices of what do we make
A or B, 1 or 2


Life is of such complications
Piece by piece, fragile in form
Take time to tussle and juggle we do
Till one day it breaks sometimes in two
Shattered across smashing arrays
Why must the sky forever be grey?


My life is a farce, a lie so to call
Perceptions and answers
Whose right and whose wrong?
Believer, conceiver or victim conjoined
Some say its blue, some say its shade
Whatever it is, I don't really care


Wretched one O Wretched one,
Why must you be there?
To give me hope and take it away
To let me feel joy and intensify the pain
To tingle my senses and drench it with sadness
Someone help me please
My senses thus weak
The lifeforce that runs
through the tracks of the living
grows weaker and weaker
as sunrise and sunset
My light is fading, so is my will
When will it all finally end?


With things to pass
And routes to take
Who can come and rescue my fate?
To devour this wretched one
and keep me in sane
just for a while
before the mayhem begins again.