Lament
In times of quiet stillness,
My heart begins to sink.
Alone to dwell in wond'rings,
I've naught to do, save think.
The sadness in the background
Has come to fullest light,
As are my fears and failures
Unshielded from my sight.
I long for a distraction
To steal my thoughts away;
Alas! I must take with the sweet
The bitter in each day.
~October 3, 1999