Sonnet......sort of!

Interminable minutes, hours and days
Negate the hopes, ambitions, of my youth,
Endlessly blocking all the schemes and ways,
Enfeebling stealthily the search for truth.

Damn the desires I once held! in fear,
Made known, I should be left alone, bereft;
Outed, exposed, derided as a mere
Nugatory fool, that could be used, then left.

Escaping from all that, I turned it round;
Yielding no more to love, aloof and proud,
Not giving, taking,and then shifting ground
Only to flee once more from love allowed:
Which leaves me now, in age, once more alone:

  Dissatisfied.

                     Unsatisfied.

                                       A hopeless drone.