It’s another week, another day

I still not got that thing

 That thing

I covet the most

That thing that I have been after all my life

The tranquility of mind

The warmth and comfort

Of the knowledge

That someone is there

 

I feel as if am out of control

Putting myself in this position

Taking the ultimate risk

Making myself vulnerable

Standing to gain a lot

Risking to lose everything

Mislaying my intellect

 

The course obdurately taken

The assertion hardly ever conveyed

Of the losses bound to be made

Of the loyalties irreparably broken

The trusts severed,

Can I ever placate myself from this?

 

Then it dawns on me,

I ought to do it over

Revert from the start

Try and Mollify the exasperated