Tragic Mention

Tragically having to mention,
All the things in this life I am missing,
Are somehow gone, lost somewhere,
Should this life be a shadow, still and dark,
A glimpse right now or something stark,
Should this life be different, great, or bold,
Tomorrow should be better spent, cold,
Even if getting older by the day seems,
But a tragic consequence, here it lay,
As a heart is beaten, weathered, and worn,
Always holding me down to earth, torn,
In the fabric of my life lies a story, 
Still living seems so much a chore,
All these times well spent are marred,
Lost at times for words we are,
This would explain in uncertain terms,
Where I would rather be right now,
This is all a tragic mention somehow!