My existence portends purposeless end
Foreshadowed invisibly ceaselessly
Prayers unanswered, to whom do I send?
My demons have vowed to ne’er set me free
What is one life in the grand scheme of things?
How could I, why should I, be singled out?
At night as stars blink and nightingale sings
Awake or asleep I battle with doubt
I know there are others far worse than I
Then punish myself for woebegone look
If just for one day released I would fly
My spirits would soar and chains could be shook
In pale moonlight anguished cries reach mine ears
My comrades in arms from pitiless years
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