Sparse and Fleeting Joy (Gloom)
Looking to the light
"but it is so far off!"
Wand'ring in the night,
With a cold, creeping cough.
Tripping and falling
and not catching in time.
"it is no wonder
That I shall never get there."
Moaning and sighing
Does me no good,
But I cannot
Behave as I should.
There are those around me
Making progress toward the light,
But I shall not there,
Wish though I might.
The darkness is lonely and sad,
But sitting gives comfort.
And the light is too bright,
I would not be welcome.
I feel like I'm dying,
Though I never decease.
To never stop crying
Or receive release.
Frightened of falling,
I get up again.
For I hear someone calling
Around the next bend.
I never do see her
Though I might try,
"It's simply too difficult
And it's not that much lost."
I tell myself this lie,
In hope to be satisfied.
For my time isn't nigh,
Forever must I bide.