Oh What A Life

Oh so sad, my stress filled life

Pathos, sadness, and grief so very rife

Filled to the hilt with disappointment and pain

Always wondering if I’ll see happy again


Who can I curse for the way that it became

Is there anyone but myself that’s to blame?

Perhaps my ancestry and relatives to share

Could I dump my pain and guilt over there?


No, not really, the blame resides with me

Never being able, a clear path to see

Wandering with no intent through the years

Avoiding some sadness, but not all of the tears


Going my way, without knowing where it lay

Thinking a good philosophy, was being day to day

No commitment, could only deny a future loss

But having gone nowhere, is the final cost.


Truly I can’t say that there has been no good

I can surely confess to it, as I surely should

But why hasn’t it sustained me, through most the other time

Instead of being reclusive, so very hard to find


As yes, it’s depression, that overwhelming sigh

Always on your back, always in your eye

Tripping you up and blinding you, until it’s hard to see

Guiding without end, despite the endless plea.


Barbara Blackcinder

About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a hunger for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and especially mine when you read those from me.
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3 Responses to Oh What A Life

  1. sometimes it’s like sticking your head through the cloud, wishing your neck was longer. 😉

  2. Been there, many times, in my life………

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