reminiscing  comes easy these days

not that life was a bouquet of roses

small islands of happiness exist though

and in these I like to dwell at times

no substitute for touch though

or the glee of true human presence

hope allures as I indulge in reverie

imagining things to come

have come to pass

All the times

That feeling of inadequacy

the way it gnaws at one

no one to rescue

stuck in eternal loop

self damnation

collosal regret

for not being who I am not

handicap of unrequited desires

unfulfilled prophecies

like being stuck in quick sand

only way appears to be down

I wish I could be what I wanted

all the times