Despair, Angst and Ennui (Part 1)

Alright. So I'd mentioned in prior that I'd be putting up some of the stuff that I'd written in the past (generally in periods of despair, angst or ennui). Here is the first chosen piece.

Weakling  II

Walking in the wake,

Over a field of expectations,

Hearing them shatter, with each step taken.

Once loved and respected,

Society’s disposable son,

A fall, and so easily forgotten.

The scars from the past,

The burden of the future,

With the present suffocating in between.

Rib-crushing duties,

Blinding light of hope,

And the void it creates within.

Grimacing that smile,

Putting on the camouflage,

The vicious streets I stride.

Monotony beckons

For me to run its race,

I obey; I am too weak to do otherwise.

So I’m shoved along

The chalk-drawn line of fate

Following on the piper’s tune.

Too weak to wish it away,

I hear myself say,

“Hold on, it’ll be over soon.”