My Better Life's Cake

Far away from the discomfort under my skin My soul rejoices Recoiling at sorrows that like a pointed pin Pricks my choices Stealing my freedom Drinking my peace of mind Shoving me yonder the kingdom Where once I lived unkind and blind Pinned down into a sea Of sorrow where swimming I couldn’t And glee Mine wouldn’t On me smile for a while in a mile As for company me sorrow sought With green-eyed bile and gangrenous guile Lumbered while I thought Sorrow for company no bad idea If only the chalice could free me from the dread I felt Lydia Couldn’t melt in gild letter spelt In terms I felt separated me from the hollow bread My teeth no longer could chew As the blight, sight and plight of dread Grew and threw Into reverse the order In my life I strove to build As I considered broader Brushstrokes sorrows could never yield Unless I woke up On my groggy knees stood for good Throwing away the poisoned cup Whose stern hood and mood I rejected Wishing for company sorrow I never sought Thwarted and dejected I got caught Up into an insipid, colourless, tedious existence Whose yoke and talk My soul strove by dint of perseverance and persistence Away to stalk and soak Into dustbins of history Where sorrow fragments Of a broken life story Lay entwined with ligaments and arguments I no longer wanted for mine As my benighted eyes snapped awake No longer would I repine or whinge and whine Because at long last I found my better life’s cake with neither further ado nor glaring mistake.