Tranquility is brought by my concealment,
comfort envelops me and inside me is sent.
Soothing is the dullness I once possessed,
Yet now more chaos inhabits my chest.
I long again for the wonderfully familiar boredom,
I cringe though as I predict it never again to come.
Yet I did once sing with such elation
for my old now but once young creation.
How forlorn to think my song deceased;
How languishing to know me now diseased!
Yet that time of beauty passed,
And lingers now nothing that did last.
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