Over and over, “I cannot allow the pain
To blot out the sun like showers of rain;
I mustn’t let the mind supremely reign
Dictatorship of this minuscule heart & mediocre brain.
I find the light of myself in glints –
No longer will I permit my perception to glaze in sorrowful tints;
For so long as I draw eager, timid breaths,
I will adore the mistress Death
As she daily replenishes mounting regret.
I am best with heaviness,
Though, rightly do I know
That the ennui, listlessness will only further accumulate
Until on clouds I touch the pearly gates
Where the greatness and youth awaits
Me with a tender hand
To lead me up and through this vacant land,
So, at long last I’ll finally see
What it was
I once longed to be.