Mornings awoken with renewed ebullience <br />Wanting to lead a Spartan life, <br />Hoping each day to reach the sky <br />Falling to the thorns but filled with sang-froid. <br /> <br />Embracing the nothingness left <br />Incisive to find bliss <br />Each step increases the dilemma <br />Things that were lucid seemed to ramify <br /> <br />Oblivious of the consequences <br />Yet treading into the open with buoyancy <br />Hoping that life would offer more <br />To a pitiful soul fallen hard <br />Lost in the emptiness still searching for something real <br />Regardless of the pain it would proffer<br /><br />sheetal Vincent<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorrow-48/
