vexation

if beauty withers and wilts in my dreams

beneath the skies of lunar's callas grasp

i would not dare in thought face what life gleams

within the night as i'd awake and gasp

the haunting depth that whimpers solitude

can beg for me yet I'll not take the chance

for what bequeaths my absence sits as crude

as who or what placed me within this trance

my gift it seems may be released from me

there'd be no will left in my heart and soul

and thus i'll walk this realm eternally

alone and out of element, unwhole

these thoughts are relevant to all my fears

for how they've made me crazy through the years