Something fresh from the press. It's not too bad I suppose; something different about it though.
The Struggle
People often ponder; they pursue your every move,
Always make suggestions, fuelled with something to prove.
Instead they have no idea; they don't hold the final clue,
Nobody understands the frustration, no one really knows you.
Maybe it's just their ignorance, blinding them from sight;
I know they know you suffer; pain shatters through the night.
Silence stretches onwards; the dejection simply endless,
Ever lonely you shall wander; dreaming, forever aimless.
Reaching out for redemption, but it's merely all in vain;
Your sudden resolution: you shall never love again.
Sometimes you'll start to reason, accept that it's all over;
Our luck has but run so dry; I lost her four-leafed clover.
Resolute wistful wishes, that you know just won't come true;
Rejection cuts deep within the heart; a sword that sliced on through.
Our time together was oh so special, so treasured and so kind;
We're over now, that much is certain; but can the past be put behind?
© Ben Johnson 2011.
