I cringe, wither and fade,
My thoughts are perturbed,
My dreams are crippled,
A surge of fear pervades,
And I crumple under my life.

A dirge that is sung,
A farce that is on,
I pay homage to my past,
And obliterate my memories,
Sometimes snivelling, sometimes weeping.

But there’s a faint glow,
I see that within,
It glitters and then dims,
And yet, lures me,
Perhaps, I find my destiny in it!!!!!!!!