The Daily Lament O’ Recurrently Remit

Every moment of every day…
This’t what I feel…everyday…
How’t, death seems fleeing, and life forever fleeting…
Every moment, of every day, hara-kiri envisaged,
In this bliss found within reverent thought,
With deference and consideration of death, evermore…

Inexpressibly, oh, child, I know your pains,
I know your suffering…do you know mine?
I ask of thee, do you believe in me now?
Forsaken, begotten, desolated and wrought down,
With great and wrathful force, I am boundlessly doomed
…to glooming pits of iniquitous abyss…know you suffering?
Know you the pain, the longingly lost voiding?
Of regret, forlorn, foreshadowed, and bewept?

Every day, another remnant of my being is stripped away,
Deteriorating more and more, this way, every day,
Every day, more of me is but stricken; and disarrayed…
Astray, more of my mind, stricken, by the day, every day,
More of mine essence is washed away…like unto the fray,

Every moment, sorrow is imprudent, and my mind afraid,
This moment, despairing existence seems…redeeming, in its’ own way,
So gloomily rapacious, in its entropic denouement of my soul’s dismay,

For every moment, of every day, I’m found at the eld oak tree: won’t you stay?
Nearing the cold and mournful shores, until finally I am awash,
Forevermore, slipping away.


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