Not Again...

Through misted eyes, see misted skies
     still the color and the wonder does not escape me
Caught between again, as ever so it seems again
     was it all a dream then, what am i to think?
The day it seems comes too quick today,
     want to remain in the darkness my soul feels today
how my feelings and emotions, it seems to me,
      are never brought into play
     just an aside, a by the way...
Sadly, i allow it to be thus;
     for fearing the worst i bear the brunt of this
i know not where to run, it's forever hit or miss
     for the middle of the road  has never
     been a place where i can rest...

Rest...
     there's a thought, a word, a laugh
Do you have any you can spare i may have?
     Weary, bleary eyed and teary
like a wizened mendicant in tattered jeans
     leaning heavily on his handmade staff
for the weight of the world has bowed his head 
     and bent his tired and excoriated back,
like the love he has ever sought
      and virtues he has always lacked
the all too grim reminders of what he's lost to fear
    a little more, a little more with every passing year...