Like a river, life meanders past
As I sit lonesome on the bankside, my mentality in cast.
New beginnings grow all around,
as wilted, jilted, envy and spite me surround.
I watch on as if behind one-way glass,
Pained at the sight of happiness frolic on the grass.
Misery envelops me into a solitary cocoon,
Bursting under a pressure like a weathered balloon.
The joies de vivre pass me by,
As just the shadows stop to comfort as I cry.