My life a birdsong in the city,
A whisper of beauty, unnoticed, uncared.
An expectation for brilliance, however marred
By the teeth of circumstance forever bared.

What light beguiled my dreams?
My sense of awareness stripped: defenseless,
A sudden weakness, no room for hope,
Emotional break, leaving me senseless.

I never earned my eternity in darkness,
The right to be deemed pessimistic,
I sought the truth, uncovered the lies,
However, my outlook far from optimistic.

My ghost, my self, my intimate stranger,
Watching from below the Willow trees,
No more a symbol of protection, hope, light;
Just another wave on these crippling seas.

Close comes the day I must make this choice,
However pressure so hardily sways,
A fool’s legacy: Fight or Flight,
My eyes meet Death’s perfidious gaze.

Nevertheless, darkness prevails,
As life credits my disgrace,
Once again I shall be reverently free,
To curl in death’s blissful embrace.