I Write Mediocre Poetry

Always guilty of seeing more than what is actually there,
Constantly reminding myself life is very unfair,

To care more than I should is my only crime,
Repeating it over and over, time after time,

There never will be a lasting and perfect rhyme,
Life is forever changing and so very unkind,

Emptying my soul to people who now just politely smile,
Often content to stay for just a very short while,

Sometimes my heart just stops and becomes forever numb,
No longer listening for it's beat on this haunting drum,

Left now to just chase shadows on the wall,
Watching the wheels go round and round as I try to break my fall,

A loner I am now content to just exist, just to be,
To now forever resist, just sit under the clouds and just accept being me,

The memories now fade into the stillness of this dark night,
Nothing left in my weary bones left to fight,
Just finally left alone to ponder the struggle of living or just existing between the darkness and the light...