A Little Singless, Yet Alive

Taken aback by life's scripts, I find myself lost, yet still alive. How tiresome it can be, yet reaching deep into the graves. Oh, how pitiful my self has become. Let melancholy carry on, for the weariness of my existence is full of pages, once burned, never to be anew. Can I ever find happiness, my yearning for joy? Must I let go of aching sentiments? Oh no! For they were my lifetime's adoration. My loneliness is crowded with people, yet poetry holds me, and I bleed through every page. Still, it calms my soul in serenity.