Somber Boy (Sept.2015)

I can see you floating in your doldrums, somber boy
Slowly drifting, drifting, drifting into the chasm
Of white light and crumbling joy. 
Cherish your sorrows; pleasure too grows pale without them.

Somber boy, your limbs could stretch and tear but she’ll never love you. 
Your fingertips could kiss
But she’ll never hold you. 
Coil your fingers and hold yourself; no greater love exist.

Somber boy, your chin’s the weight of steel
Your countenance is drooping and the day’s just begun. 
With your visions tunnel clogged with stranger’s heels. 
How can you expect to ever see the sun

Remember the dismal piercing pain you thought had no end
Time, somber boy, is your friend.