Fret not, feeble mind
Forever pregnant with potential
Crossed not thine threshold
Luck’s fabled behind
Pricks, precious time
In ticks, subtle, sublime
Criminal choices heretofore left
No money left, not dollar not dime
Hatred, sorrow, and weary decline
Whittled down what once was fine
Pleasure, pressure, poignant purpose
Destiny’s words that were meant to shine
Ne’er spoke to me. He forgot
To uplift, divine, his plans overshot
Left holding the bag, wheezing behind
This day extracts a heavy toll on my mind
Aigis Nalian 