I am not depressed although I
See clearer than my countrymen.
The two paths and their parting.
Having choice is now behind us.
In a dark and dangerous forest
Showing no escape, no relief, no safety,
Till Time’s Ending.
Heedless my words drift on to silence.
Embezzled of all hope.
Treat my failure not kindly
Rather stone me for
Unheard my lament is purposeless.
This is not depression, simply
Hopeless unutterable sadness.
Cursed once by Apollo,
And blessed with the power to see
Seeing dreams turned to dust
Seeing darkness fall
Alive still in a Southern land
Not to be believed again
Dreams being destroyed
Repeating myself helplessly
And endlessly the darkness falls.