Missives I Perceive Poem by John Sensele

World spins
Whether I frown or pout
Wishing against hope for pins
To console my dunce doubt.

World smiles
Whether I cry or sigh
Wondering why on end for miles
I secure no happiness to buy.

World shunts me aside
Whether I walk on my head
Or promote the puny pride
I wake up every morning from its bed.

World sends me to Coventry
When like a buffoon I bluff
Wishing the sentimental sentry
In me could supply serious stuff.

World hardly for me cares
Whether I boast or toast
Defeats the truth declares
Folly flying at high speed towards my frost.

World breathes better
Whether I show my feeble face
Or choose my shame to shelter
For the world to ameliorate its amity ace.

World acknowledges initiatives
I labour to make
When I withdraw maudlin missives
I scribble when feelings in my bosom quake.