there are days
when dark clouds
of despondency
hang overhead
all day they just hang there
taunting me
with their heaviness
threatening rain
all i can really do
is accept them
fighting causes such pain
why should i be cheerful?
what is this expectation
that life is a smile and a laugh?
life is a hard journey
and a cruel test.
when the vast ocean
finds itself
in a tiny jar
it doesn’t complain
but it hurts
to be captured in something so small
why did i come here with no wings?
just these legs
that stick me to the ground
at times
nothingness seems appealing
and then i get yanked back
into the beauty
of all this
and i forget
this despondency
