Standard

 I’m crawling on the ocean floor

Drowning in thoughts my words are lost

Asking questions I know the answers to

Making sure I don’t get hurt

Growing accustomed to that pain

A standard of rain begat disdain

Questioned sequestered feelings lost

In the maze of despair 

I’m tired of the standard affair

Wishing for ways to mend this pair

Tattered and battered begotten despair

Forever for this forlorn mare 

Has thought lived past the melody

A standard song, it seems to be

Rife with facts that held on to me

Like a prisoners last decree

Years gone by and years grown long

Everything ever thought was wrong

Fraught by lovers lasting prong

How do they grow so strong