I wrote the following poem less than three years back. During the time I was often depressed, and at times melodramatic. The poem was written out of boredom on a rainy summer day.

High on Stupidity

God chose for me
Something unknown.
When will I see
The beauty to be shown.
He tests me with hope,
But answers me with reality.
His love is like a rope,
But it is also a tragedy.
If you hold on to it
Never will you fail.
It’s a candle that when lit
Shall cause your heart to sail.

Soon comes a time of oddly gain.
The day when the world leaves sanity
And becomes less mundane
Night will be morning
And morning night.
Love will be as boring
As living life.

Mensur
Written July 2010