END OF SELF-PITY

What am I doing

Here in this nether world

Among the Lemures?

This dream grows overlong

And I am sick of fears

And these unheeded tears

This sepulcher

Cannot but be a dream

That’s overlong in breaking,

And so I pray for waking.

I grow too used to gloom

And empty shapes that loom

Within this darkness

Where algid fingers, grasping, find

Mine in comradeship of kind

And sorrow’s voices, when defined,

Are the whispering doom.

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