Sunday Misery Mystery

This is a truly

Bad day a time

For failure

And suffering

But…

I am enjoying the sun

Why waste time

On trying the illusion of success

When life is just outside the window

Being tired

Writing, thinking and feeling

The mind is worn out

Tired and wounded

The memories are hiding

In their cave

Soon new challenges

Will come

New battles to be fought

To be lost or won

While the sun sets

In life

In The Darkest Hour

Life is pain

I said to myself

Just a lot of suffering

No meaning to it really

I thought

Trying to topple the grief

In my closed world

Avoiding any encouragement

To live on

Still in the middle of all that

Darkness some glimmer

Of hope lived on

And on

Keeping me alive throughout

The yearlong winter

Creative

being creative

Is being controlled

By a witch

She has no

Consideration except

For herself and her

Not so wonderful being

She is the sun

I am the dirty lump

Called Earth