The more and more I do contrive
To try and keep my brain alive
I am beset with stumbling blocks
Across my path like granite rocks
That spark of life, The sudden thrill
To prod or pierce or jolt my will
Instead I walk inside a cloud
Surrounded by this cloaken shroud
That mists my eyes, and presses down
To steal my smile, replaced with frown
To leave me in this limbo state
Devoid of love, or even hate
Yet still I stand my ground and fight
This thing I know that can't be right
That somehow I will find away
To brighten up the coming day.
Graham Jones
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-cloaken-shroud/
