I Know That Being Sad Is No Disgrace

The bell rang on the ancient church at noon. A sparrow flitted to the Tudor wall. Was this the knell which brings us damned gloom? Perhaps there is no meaning here at all. I read my unknown thoughts projected out, And in my rage, desire the walls to fall. Like you, I am too often stuck in doubt. Betrayed by old ideal and vanished wish. So what is in confuses that without. Oh,pain, oh ,mind, oh agony, oh flesh. I shall not cling to life and wait for grace. I am, myself, a fish in net of mesh. Was this my destiny, my rightful place; Alone besieged by sorrows on all sides? I err for being sad is no disgrace. So ,to my hopes, I’ll cling like drowning beast. Until my invitation to the feast.