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