Confusion (X)

This wavering hope I hold deep in my core,

As if a seedling seeking warmth and light

That’s ne’er enough—I always yearn for more;

Yet trapped am I in glinting, jewelled night,

A flickering flame throws shadows on the floor.

Around the room, the shadows’ flitting flight

Recalls a time that I lived once before,

But that is past, and I, left without sight,

Doth strike out at the closely wavering hope—

I know not if to love again, or lie,

I know not why I dare not grasp that rope;

I yearn for it—but is it all a sin?

Fear I too hard that I be taken in:

Just one more shattered hope, and I shall die.


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