MOCKERY

Eager and sincere, I could only stumble
In madness, sadness and other troubles
Toiled hard for the pivotal struggle
Only pain remains, and unsolved puzzles
When it seemed the might gale had blown
When sorrows would be finally gone
The waves rise, like every grief’s friend
Knocking my anchor in its joyful blend
Every breeze ponders the vacuous mirth
About my purpose and worthless birth
Time runs away, but not woeful tears
Incessant they fall, brewing gigantic fears
Serious confusion and gallant derision
Life mocks me and others in unison.