A sigh
I'm in a state of dissarray
Had I but the mind of a quiet day,
I'd not be in such a way so lost.
Life is labour at what cost ?
A sigh of the soul
For every dark hole,
Every moment of despair,
Every moment without a care.
Just the whirlpool of confusion
Leading to a dialect of delusion
spoken in a hushed breath
understable only by death.