SOLITUDE is disheartening
That even comes in the presence of another
SADNESS is infinite
That accompanies anger
ANGER is natural
That I wake with daily
STRENGHT is an illusion
That is quickly fading from me
CONFUSION is a constant
That keeps my mind racing in my dreams
PITY is undiscoverable
That is because not all see a reason to do so
How does one escape this life, if it is a life at all, when a binding pledge keeps them compromised and they remain imprisoned by all these sentiments?
