How I wish one could amend,
T’would prove needless to repent;
All one’s deeds free from dismay,
The mind content ev’ry day.
It is not to be adored,
Only say I am unflawed;
What’s done were to bring on harm,
As well cut off mine own arm.
There, my foibles and false moves
Won’t forsake, to me they fuse;
And words, as soon as revealed
Can, not ever, be repealed.
How to make oneself at home
With oneself? It must be known!
I should duly turn recluse,
In my exile write and muse.
He looks at her,
He speaks to her,
Goes for walks with her;
Her hand in his,
How jammy that is!
Is not me.
Her sight to me is injury,
Within, indignant mutiny,
Rust I unrelentingly
Yet shut it be inside;
Is not right.
My mind entirely worn
From the smarting it has borne
And spirit unprettily stained;
In giving I strained,
Will he, one sweet morn,
His own twine?
Now they’ve left you one and all
And at last you’ve reached nightfall;
If you keep me by your side,
Courage never shall be tried.
Anguish, gloom, despair make grow
My desire not to go;
No one alone an island, true:
Thus I’ll share this isle with you.
Few demands I’d surely make,
An ounce of room I’d merely take;
Boundless my devotion yet,
All my time and care you’ll get.
Whate’er good will people do?
They deceive and misconstrue!
My name is loneliness and
I am the one, your only friend.
My tread, bewildered, on this path
Attend I passing’s aftermath;
Sun that smiles, her beams fan out –
Pray what is there to smile about?
For one discovers there’s a change
In mortality that’s too strange.
Feelings, nature, gave plenty spark –
Suddenly, lights of life go dark;
When surging air once brought content –
Suddenly final breath be spent,
And how come a man full grown
Suddenly fits into an urn?
Distant age from here seemed so sure,