Portrait Of A Lovelorn Person

An abstract dull spirit, amorphous and loose, Cloudy and irate, possessing the even soul, Haunts the frail mind and body on the whole Of the one who fervently chases a wild goose Firmly believing the strange enigmatic world Of fancy to be real and divine, demanding all Venturesome feats such as a sacrificing fall, And even the human nature whirled or furled, Or ,lost cornered in a traceless, mazy cavern Letting the conscience search for the deep Hurt ego , in pretext and unwilling to return, But still making a play out of vanity steep: The worldly Eden has far greater things to seek, Know,feel selflessly and be Nature's bit, meek . (Apologies to Shakespeare's sonnet 126)