Desolation

[29th June 2013]

 
1.     

Lost myself in this silent veritable solitude of bedlam.
Has my conscience gone overboard my pretentious limits?
Who, in all of nature's children, must shoulder this?
My very essence doth craved of anachronistic composure.

 

2.     

Must I bow to the unending lunacy of hypocrisy?
Nay, this persistent adversity, I mustn't waver to;
Yield I should, to the eternal light of the dawn.
Never flickering, never fading till eternity.