Monday, December 13, 2021

I WASN’T ALWAYS A CHEERFUL SOUL (a poem by Antares Maitreya)

Ah, how fragile our sense of happiness and hope!

I am writing this from the bottom

Of the barrel of well-being,

Aware of rainy nights

When everything is desired,

Nothing accomplished.

Be not greedy, I tell myself,

Count the little blessings of each moment,

Living contentment gratefully.

But to what avail.

Through thick travail

Frustration prevails.

Have I been a fool

Following a wrong trail

To not even Nowhere?

Sad feelings are cobwebs

In unvisited rooms of mind.

Laziness keeps the dust on my mental shelf

Accumulating through dismal years

And fears,

And uncryable tears.