50 Shades of Me

T'is as though time's so slow.
Each second to minute to hours to days.
Do we really grow wiser as we age?
With the greying of the skies, it's with Angels wings we disguise.
Their tears fall as the clouds explode.
Again questions about getting old.
The dampness that is in the air,
a resemblance of one's despair!
Have you eaten yet today?
One answers no, to their dismay.
Aggravation, agitation, anger then fret.
Truly happy, has never been met.
Disagreements, to which I discern.
I do as you ask without concern.
Every fiber of what's inside, runs.... runs..... trying to hide.
The tears that the angels sew.
To appease mother nature, trees and flowers grow.
It's even when walking through a beautiful path,
Taking in all of its energy as an empath.
Not knowing what's going on.
Knowing however it will be long.
Tests and tribulations, battles foregone.
Peace does not come easy, when things seem wrong.
I smile in the face of adversity.
Though deep in my soul I cry with propensity.
I laugh at your jokes, listen to tales.
Whilst deep in my own thought I find all fails.
Though try as we must as your dream not yet met.
I stand by you with no regret.
Alone in solitude,
Alone next to you.
Alone I feel but do not exude.
As I, who am I to be?
When I'm faced with stresses, staring absently.
The abiss is a very large space.
Where your mind always travels, in any case.
Where those lost and loved, they are no longer near.
Their voices echoed, then disappear.
When you need advice... a strategy.
When things are absolute, afflicted  tenacity.
The winds blow, the birds will still sing.
But within its breath, it calls upon everything.
In your head you hear:" muster the troops!"
As quick as it is, escapes the word "oops".
Your moods and feelings taken into account.
Your thoughts turning to words... paramount.
It's not a good thing to say exactly what you sense.
They will look at you, not making sense.
Your gut, trust your gut. It'll never lie.
Unless you don't even believe in yourself, then on your own you'll fly.
We are human. I am human. I bleed red just like you.
But can you tell what is false and what is true?
Can you honestly deny to what I speak?
Do you see that perhaps my words are meek!
I'm not of one color, far to many shades.
I will never try to persuade.
As I, you are almost the same.
Different thoughts, realities, tactics and game.

~mp (copywright protected 2017)