The disappointments of a life put sad
shades on what’s usually cheerful, happy, glad.
I never could have thought things might turn out
like this, incurring tears and so much doubt.        

Some have no eyes to see that their neglect
leaves heart holes, pieces that I must collect.
I sweep debris of what was once so sweet,
wipe tears away, and kick the threatening fleet

of feelings well away. The anger mixed
with angst swells, never ever getting fixed.
Avoiding seizure is avoiding stress.
I must keep distance from this hurtful mess.