weakness

  There is a rage within meA frustrated anger at my ineptnessIt mirrors back a feeling of frailtyIt cracks the illusion of stability I claw for understandingEngulfed in greyThe snow falls outsideShedding brightness on the dayBut life is so serious andI find no one will play I doubt myself againFalling back into the skin of oldSquirming as it tries to sheathMy partially grown bodyI shake it offAnd look at its colourless carcass A sense of mortality and loss of timeEnfold my limbs making me wearyI sense the cycle thenRealising I am at the ebbOf my own emotional tideHaving given too much lightI myself shine less brightly