Morose Existence

Why does the heart
Want to wallow in grief
For no apparent reason
The mood is sombre in brief

Kneeling in obeisance on your grave
With a prayer on the lips
Renders a sense of being afloat
Lest my life is akin to a sunken ship

The worldly relations so shallow
Require precise balance to maintain
Ties of blood never seek equilibrium
Neither, one has to ever feign

Though homage to the ties so profound
Often as an afterthought all pay
They are all ears for emotional quandaries we share
Even in absentia or otherwise slain, to allay

Fear of the impending tribulations
Sends shivers down the spine
With none to resurrect my crumbling morale
Battling solitude is my bottom-line