A thought.

Let not my misery find flow in words,
nor mirror reflections of my inner soul.

To be read and reread,
to empathize with me ,my loss.

No words of praise,
for my cleverly strung words of intensity.

Just let me be.

I have dwelled for far too long
on subjects of love , longing and misery.
I have nothing left to offer you.

My longings are real fraught with pain .
Pray what kind of entertainment can I offer you ?

I have witnessed my hair's greying ,
Now ever so close to my day's evening.

Somehow I wish I was born differently,
For now just let me be.