Many days I have spent in deep despair
Because the love I wanted was not there
Within the heart of him I desired, so dear.
Many days I have tried to please
Someone or other who only teased
With words and actions at their ease.
Many days I have gone to great length
To show my character possesses strength
With little success, or so others might think.
Many days I have spent wandering inside
The creations of writer’s minds outside
The reality where I must truly reside.
Many days I have tried to inspire
Myself or someone else to enquire
Into the depths of creativity’s empire.
Many days I have gone beyond myself
Trying to help another achieve for themselves
What I could not seem to do by myself.
Many days and countless hours, I have spent
Hoping that I might somehow repent
For wasted time that others may resent.
Many days I have tried to finally accomplish
Some worthy work to fulfill my lifelong wish
To do something perfectly and actually finish.
Many days I have gone alone to bed
With silly dreams of victory in my head
For deeds undone and words left unsaid.
© Jo Ann J.A. Jordan
Monday, May 23, 2011