Sillier And Sillier Poem by John Sensele

Matters meander from bad to worse
No job, no joy, no joke to share
As if my life kisses a curse
That every facet can't spare.

Wish I could wind
Hands of time and restart
The life I no longer find
Pours joy into my heart.

Why I keep asking why
Matters sneak so much sorrow
Dearest dreams a natural death die
Yesterday, today and tomorrow.

Thought I was clever
Playing the fool
Mishandling in my life every lever
Now I reap sorrow in full

Only my intransigence to blame
Failure follows failure
Not a single victory or success to claim
All because my behavior by the day grew sillier and sillier.