Pray, think better of me than this
That I am a tortured soul whose bliss
Is to torture those around me with that
Which would seem pain to miss
I wish no such thing
If within this truth could ring
And hope to show you that
Which would only hope bring
If I miss my mark so badly
It is due to my own life, sadly
How I can share that
Which would uplift when I press on madly
It is a cruel and silly notion
To keep in my head's motion
Such a thought as that
Which would believe from my cage could come freedom's potion
I wish, in the least
These words would not become a feast
Of bitterness and sorrow of such that
Which would turn a soul to misery's beast
To end on a happy note
Seems impossible with what I wrote
And indeed it could destroy a meaning of that
Which would from mere darkness destroy love's float
