Quandry of Life

Don‘t know how days so astounding
Have crept into Life
That, disjointed from my own-self
Even the shadow lurks around

A galore contemplation
And expectations abound 
The fixation over which   
My eyes felt sleep-deprived
That very thing bestowed
Upon me, the reward of grief

What I assumed to be bliss
Was indeed a silhouette of gloom
Akin to a few drops of dew
Shining on the sand somewhere
Such illusions of deceit
Often I was inflicted by