New Poets Wednesday - The Unfurled Gloom - By Joe Grasso

I seek, I sought thinking wonderous

Let down as moments flow

So very spent my disappointment

As enjoyment went astray

To think a thought of exalted groom

The hurt of mind so come true

Obligation due, but no inspiration

Please, be done, unfurl the gloom

Let us wrap ourselves within its clasp

Time, precious, tips in glass

Spilled, wasted, and swept off boards

Of those who tread upon its grains

Be it known of wasted aggregate

Bottom soul be dragged, stained

Rinse it away, to the river of wonder

But the river of wonder has been drained

Eyes gaze upon time’s wasted grains

We remain firm in the clasp

Of the unfurled gloom