An Old Ode To Troubled Times

There I was flying

high above the ocean

with dreams that blinded me,

brighter than the sun I sought to catch..

and then without warning,

my wings, I see no longer ...

I crashed headlong 

broken into a million pieces.

have reached the dead end -

and the noose looms large

to be soon round my thick neck

tightening with the passage of time.

Immunity from pain and joy alike

my wild oats crumbled and scattered

by the wild stormy winds of power

a path of no retreat.

I slink to the corner

taking comfort in the dark

lying awake many nights unseen

nursing hidden wounds to the heart and mind.

The scorching heat of thoughtless minds 

 have melted my protective armour

leaving me unprepared, unprotected

unsure and unwilling.

Good intentions, mistimed

add little to clear my woes.

I whimper soundless and

sometimes a raging torrent.

Desolation, isolation I foresee

is what life has in store for me.

(wrote this 13 years ago...my failure to clear my C.A/C.P.A finals driving me to a state of depression and an immense sense of a failure...)

(It may seem  immature in places...the fault is entirely mine...)