Despair’s Call

I am feeling worse and worse— Living life through this curse Pushing myself by fright Resting now and then when I write   How much more can I get useless? Isn’t it enough yet—this unfathomable mess? Will the deepest get any deeper? I am sincerely begging, I now want it over   How many more years

Imprisoned

My! That was such a lovely day Next time, let us prolong it if I may I got a glimpse of the bright sunlight Best was I had a tittle-tattle with my knight   Unfortunately, mister sun still has to set At least it said, “you’re lovely, it’s nice we met” Presently smiling, I heard

Falling

My reasons to live for Little by little, drops on the floor Fears acting like a shackle, My mind refuses to kindle