Chapter 613

Day Of Loss

Things are not often given
They are never an absolute
What should be an attribute
Is usually only a faint substitute

Change is not welcome
At first things seem worse
They can grow to become diverse
If two can learn to converse

Usually everyone seeks to retreat
They crawl back into their own shell
What they perceive as a citadel
Actually becomes a self made Hell

They become stuck and mired
There is no advance or retreat
Life becomes bitter instead of sweet
They embrace failure and welcome defeat

Communication becomes restricted
The past becomes the future's albatross
No shared feelings seem to get across
Everyday soon becomes a day of loss

Nobody