All Good Things

All the good things

in my past are gone,

there is no music

no longer a song.

The future is a void

so empty to me,

too tired to fight

too lost to flee.

No hopes or dreams

like I’m dead inside,

slowly getting weaker

like an outgoing tide.

Looking to the future

I don’t see a light,

just dark emptiness

losing life’s sight.

The fear runs deep

of me dying alone,

mind and body waning

with no vital tone.

My past hides there

in shadows haunting,

effecting each moment

so very undaunting.

Spinning out of control

what do I do,

trying to stop it

wanting to renew.

The holidays are here

little to celebrate,

one day like the rest

just another to hate.

I was recently told

I like how I am,

not a chance in Hell

that’s a real sham.

Accused of the fact

that I like the attention,

what demented soul

would crave such tension?

I’ve been told

I’m in a dark hole,

resisting a ladder

to attain a new goal.

Believing it’s not true

what I do accept,

I lack the technique

to find the right step.

I’ve tried to show

I have a full plate,

but some proclaim

that’s a false state.

Where do I turn

what should I do,

to find the right path

happiness to pursue.

Wanting to be happy

laughs and smiles,

to have a partner

to walk remaining miles.

All the good things

in my past are gone,

there is no music

no longer a song.

Gary R. Cramer

November 27, 2019