The Perplexity
When summers arrive, yet winter rules the heart,
When everything seems like ending
With no hope to restart.
When old friends feel like new,
And you're understood by only a few,
You are perplexed.
You question each bond, life and soul,
The bonds that once felt like the whole,
Now seem stranger, distant and partial.
The breaths - you even dislike to breathe,
The voices, invoices, the sound of the clock-
Everything frustrates; it all creates havoc.
You sometimes crave a shoulder to cry on,
Yet you now believe in the art of not expecting.
O Pity Perplexity,
You seek yet you deny,
You adjust yet you complain,
You feel wisdom, yet you turn insane.
Maybe the inner chaos affect the words, create commotion.
Maybe the untimely cries express unresolved emotions.
Maybe expecting a happy you when the world is upside down
Is too much to ask for.
What brings peace-
Solitude or crowd?
A lifeless life or shroud?
We have no clue.

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