I be not he, I willed at past.

Short cuts found me so.

I have regret, I have a heart.

A blackened earth is mine.

I have the bleak, I wish the free.

The challenge never fought.

Wilted,

Hurried,

Haunted,

Dire,

In sadness find me now.

Report from those that care for me,

Report thee,

Abject glee.

I have no name for this I own.

It's price I do now see.

Suffer, endure,



advocate.

Suffer,


Still I feel.

I the fool to challenge this.

My burning in the sun.

I peered at youth,

To see the awe,

And subject to its rule.

No more of me and any man.

Beast

Do exit me.

So, Lay upon the Marble slab,
And cast me as a lamb.

To whirlwinds
Works,
And
Nought to pain.

But,never lesser name.

For such a feat of little lift.
Is momentary might.

And Distant shores
Of happiness.

Are weathered
In this plight.

To whom , who read,
And touch my heart.


A stay for dimming day.

For this my sanctioned
Penitence.
Will not be my dismay.