Oh, wake me not, unspeakable dawn!
That brings only cruel, unforgiving knowledge;
More bad news that cannot be borne,
Couriered in death’s ineluctable carriage,
I wonder why I am even alive?
A creature created solely for pain,
With only suffering for my wife,
And plucked by torture’s fiery reigns,
How can I go on like this?
Tear-soaked, yet inexorably sentient,
Life denying me my chance of bliss,
Begging me, amidst thorns, to be patient,
For, only after wading through great oceans of pain,
Can I ever expect to be happy again
Oh life! – why have you made me love,
Someone who cares not for me –
Who would rather betroth all else above,
Than this man of worthless pedigree?
Each day replays old patterns of hurt,
More knots of misery I cannot untie,
And leaves me with embroidered agony girt –
A blind man now with sightful eyes,
That sees clearly the nature of his fate,
To be alive – and yet alone,
Never to have a welcome mate,
A forgiving heart I can call my home,
This groom shall never take a bride –
From the Hells of happiness I’m cast aside