this poem has no title

I will not long anymore for you

Some say the taste of defeat

Is bitter

But sometimes it just makes our souls

Open to something else

There is a transcendence here

But if you speak of it to many

They will just sigh

Roll their eyes

Or turn a deaf ear

What do I really care?

I did my best

And life is just life

There is no freedom to be found in chasing it

I am sorry if I sould

A little glum

But today its all I can do

To summon up care

Write a poem

Rest in the silence

Close my eyes

Seek comfort in reverie

And brush my hair

Taking delight in my body

Always so endlessly patient

Waiting for my restless mind

To recognize and comfort it