Questionings
Bereft of everything but hopelessness,
Mark of an everlasting dumb Despair,
Must I yield up to hungry heaviness
The promise of a life so passing fair?
Is fortitude nought but a pinioned grief
Which cannot fly its stake, and therefore bears?
Was Hope created but to mock relief?
And are our joys quick jesters at our fears?
Can things within their opposites so lie?
Is this vast universe a howling waste
Around the terrors of humanity?
Why does the period of being haste
To the devouring jaws of hideous death?
And does the mighty mind depend on breath?
Mark of an everlasting dumb Despair,
Must I yield up to hungry heaviness
The promise of a life so passing fair?
Is fortitude nought but a pinioned grief
Which cannot fly its stake, and therefore bears?
Was Hope created but to mock relief?
And are our joys quick jesters at our fears?
Can things within their opposites so lie?
Is this vast universe a howling waste
Around the terrors of humanity?
Why does the period of being haste
To the devouring jaws of hideous death?
And does the mighty mind depend on breath?
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