Perplexity

 

Are my tears those of repentance or sorrow

as they come from a well within

Their flow is incessant as I am drained

with thoughts and people now long past

 

I lack that spark of inner energy to begin anew

for I am overcome with a profound lethargy

I recline for hours to reminisce and ponder

the future seems imponderable and remote

 

Then a ray of light touches my soul

I respond to its warmth with renewed hope

A message through the darkness, of hope

my equilibrium is momentarily restored

 

I sit betwixt two poles of inner being

as scales which hold me in their balance

I rise and fall as moods prevail

for I am the prisoner of my thoughts