feeling poetic...

a poem is a funny thing
it can twist and hide and disguise
cover up or express a feeling
or declare out something to the skies

the days are long and i grow weary
longing for work or things more cheery
to lift me out of this boring gloom
so i'd see a little less of my room

fate does not seem kind these days
for it stifles what i want to say
but for now i say to you
patience really is a tremendous virtue

i can assure that beyond a doubt
things will happen within and without
soon, i will, i must confess
that it will happen, and with zest