Brevity

A smile quivers upon so sad lips. Perhaps the worst has passed.

I frown at such decadent thought, my guilt cannot deal with this.

How am I to survive in sunwashed, cloudless 'marrows, whenst, darkness cloaks these imperfections? Oh! Can i stand these tortureous reflections, and face my now strange self?

Wish so black, comes to pass whilst, all proper hopes  hide. That inconsiderate, hateful thief - Is stealing my blues away.