Enter The Poet - Bound To Unreasonable Promises

In The Contemplation

 

I hold and absorb my pain

As I walk thru the cold, dark rain

Striving to comprehend my fate
Standing alone; forced to wait

Receiving jeers and insults; undeserved
I am unmoved; but, hurt and disturbed

Facing the fear; that which approaches
Holding back sorrow as it encroaches

Hurting; cringing to deal with pain
Pleading for aide; calling out in vain

Looking into the deep blue sky
Pondering, and daring to ask; why