Heart-strong Lamentations

A simple person's lament of experiences he simply can't handle or is too weak to handle.

“I’ll be right here with you

Till your mom comes down saying no ‘how do you do?’”

First words and thoughts of most mornings

It begs the question: “what are my doings?”

 

A verse not to show one to be pessimistic

Nor one to prove to be homiletic

The idea of poetic expression leaves me to numbness

The distaste of it moves me to utter sickness.

 

Life is unfair, they say; it’s the most common line

We don’t feel it till it reaches the spine

Look at where we are at the moment

Never did we think life was such a torment

 

A man’s meat, they say, is another’s poison

Poison still remains infinitely poison

The toxicity of the world around us

Only leads one to wonder why we are so numerous

 

No food, they say, for the lazy

The idle have made that saying little hazy

For every action, every man has some ulterior motive

Whether doing what he likes or not is merely passive

 

Dreams, they say, are figments of our imagination

Nightmares only bring one back to realization

Negative reminiscences glued to the back of the brain

Nostalgic ones left there to keep one sane.

 

Do unto others, they say, as you would like done unto you

No one contests this golden rule to be untrue.

Karma and the likes that speak justice and vengeance

Is it a wonder why we suffer ordeals with little endurance?

 

Cleanliness, they say, is close to Godliness

Dirt, dirt everywhere leads to dinginess

Being meticulous about one’s environment speaks loudly

Keeping up appearances reeks profoundly

 

With fair knowledge to serve in life

Only to be made a fool of by strife

The true teacher is experience

Learning from it requires honest common sense.

 

The heart is sorrowfully heavy leaden

The pressures of the world; enough to deaden

To be pushed to make the hardest choices

Cushioning all the strains and the noises.

 

To be looked down upon like a defenseless mare

Overcome by passions that are not meant to be there

Don’t tempt me, don’t experiment with my wrath

Crazy things I’ve done even on the Holy day of Sabbath

 

Let the world leave me alone, I plea

Let the Divine just take my life away from me

These are my lamentations of days that go by

Never was there one which looking upon I did not sigh.

Author's Note

Still more excruciating poetry.