Crest of Defeat

One cannot say what one would do

If left alone for very long

Sadness creeps in

Hindering the joy

Causing doubt to sprout

Among the already thorny

Thoughts of the mind

Promises made don’t matter

For the slightest thing can

Wipe them out and make them

Void of truth

Why put so much store in them

When fate can blow them

Into yesterday in a few seconds

Wrestling with time for the answers

Only marks more emptiness

And travail of heart

Why, when, where and now what

Ponder the questions

Yet no new answers come to mind

Just more sadness and

Shaking of the head

Disappointed in the outcome

Of another day that is passed

Into the mire of other missed moments

Spilling over the crest of defeat

Into the lostness of now.