I tire laboriously at life,

Prayers unseen, unheard, but always spoken.

Omniscient, I see nothing.

Ignorant, I see all.

This blindness,

To my future,

To my present,

To my past,

How can I move ever forward,

When the heavenly body progresses ever back?

Education is both the bane and the boon of my existence.

In hot pursuit I follow what has deterred me all my life,

As if by miracle and miracle alone,

I may find myself in a better place.

I open my soul to one body,

But their character rejects me despite months of whispered words of freedom,

Of the hope that I have found my wings,

Soon clipped so I may never fly again.

I died that day.

I will forever wait to be reborn,

Into a world fervently declining my will to live.

Always I will return to these dark ceilings,

Hanging my very soul,
In ignominy.