My Life Is A Beautiful Sadness

my flesh is so weak, my bones are fragile today
the beautiful things my life holds like a wet blanket
the sadness in my soul is a shiny and hot magnet
for all this rainy cold, am I growing old, pain I hold
a weakest mirror like a flash in the pan, the true measure of a man
today I know no convenience, I know no comfort
my head  knows this place, keeps no pace with beauty
and I'm scared
my head plays catch with guilt and the art of let downs
and I'm scared
all I have is today's misery
all I have is tears and regrets
my fears are that all I will have is miserable days
confessed fears make for understood ways
to feed the emptiness in my soul, living for today
in this work life, it's no longer my time
like a poem written in fear, a torn and shaky rhyme
crying out with a distressed emotion
this sea of pain, the seachange of my ocean
fluttering fright, heartbeat of trepidation
who do I call out for?
my absent god?
mercy is a blessing
my absent god?
I'm only guessing
mercy from myself
I grant myself
I pardon myself
this fear is mine
I live with it
I own it
I understand it

George Waldrop- My Life Is A Beautiful Sadness by Texhobart on Mixcloud