"The scales remain unbalanced." By Ben Goode 2018 (c)

I could have taken an easy path, and not seen the world completely.
Only from the view of my final moments. 
Sampled before so long ago. Regret haunts me. 
In memorable times, treated better.
Respected more, and not thrown away.
Not uninvited like a worthless soul. Thought not to contribute.
Father of a mostly empty nest. Finding less reason to be there.
Taken for granted in so many ways.
Giving away more than my wealth, and suffering inside.
A dying tree within, that stopped growing long ago.
Not watered enough, and riddled by the scars of an axe.
Sustained only by very little sunshine. Indoors in a corner.
What more can I do? That I haven't already? 
An Autumn has come too soon, and stripped my leaves bare.
Wondering how I'll sustain the winter that will soon follow.
Ironically a summer.
The decorations of an occasion remain unused. The year shall pass.
A new year, but a backward step, to the beginning.
A nemesis has defeated me, without consequences of his own.
Perhaps karma will not see it that way. Nothing I can do or say.
Silence and surrender. Acceptance. Resigned, with the futility. 
Fired, with the injustices. The scales remain unbalanced.