What disinterest dwells within me
Desire drifts away a little more each day
And the weight slowly presses in
Little by little colors begin to fade
So gray this ominous view
It doth grip me with wonder
And strips me of the joy which once I knew
Sorrow shades the sadness that stains
Superficial smiles surface awhile
But slowly fade away
Out of the lonesome day
Turning, tossing, tearing within
Wandring, wallowing, wasting away
Seasons and shadows
Portraits of day
All are but wasting, wasting away
Early morn and laten eve
Each melancholy has its moment of bereave
But beneath this barrier
Lies a soul once merrier
Longing to be free
Hoping once more
To find something
To adore
Earnestly waiting
Waiting and wondering
If ever joy will return
Return to it once more
-Joshua Lee Foist
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