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Torment

(Some thoughts recorded in a moment of depression.)

(2021-12-23T23:04:35+0530)

CC0, contrapunctus/Kashish

In people's midst I stand alone

And seek the solitude of home

Can't bear to see the happy lot

When they possess what I do not.

At home, in sacred solitude

On journey of my life I brood

I earned no wealth, no love nor friends

And it's much too late to make amends.

My starving heart, it longs for bread

A moment close with soul kindred

But no one saw me worth this stead

Thus, resolute from love I fled.

My craft, therein retreated I

May works of beauty win me joy?

The years flew by in toil unceased

But all too few my labor pleased!

Tender love in vain I sought

The works of beauty I have wrought

Brought joy to none that I had thought

And all I did has been for naught.