Beneath Life

Constrained by the sober exercise of judgment, And dignified by deliberation and privacy. I yanked my soul out of its secret chamber, And held it to the mirror of my eye. To see it like a star or moon against the sky, But it dwindled to alarmingly small dimensions. Fate had turned and twisted a thousand ways, From the standpoint of expediency. Fumbling and stumbling in helpless incapacity, I'm greeted with an alloyed chagrin and gloom. Then I heard a wordless voice, In language terse yet familiar. It wasn't a loose and otiose statement, Unaccustomed tears threatened my seared vision, I'm overshadowed by a fretful anxiety, By this innocuous thought, I'm skulking beneath life. But if I shine brighter in life, Reexamine fate, destiny and my artistic aptitude, If I fail, die and remain forgotten, Study the agonies of my conscious failure, And remember me with this poem.