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.