When one is down inside oneself <br />and has some hidden gray agendas, <br />when cobwebs of the inner mind <br />do not conceal the rancid secrets, <br />when one's sole horse in one's sole stable <br />is called a Masochista Mare <br />one does perceive clouds of depression <br />which block the sun one craves so deeply. <br />Yes the Deceiver is alive, <br />related to one's distant past <br />it strangles intellect and soul <br />and keeps the drapes closed through the day <br />and does not know the self or others <br />the giant shadow needs its shade. <br />Oh what a life, though not to envy <br />it does not have wide open eyes, <br />downcast is what the soul has ordered <br />to see the pitfalls, lest one falls.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-pity/
