The Lament of Life- A Collection of Original Poems

Ballad of the Broken Bard

I live in the woods that songs and haunts

And I wail in grief at the taunts.

I am told that I look so sick and gaunt

And my mind has warped and gone taut.

And I fight for my soul that is back and so void

How I fear that my heart may be lost.

Can I crawl to the moon and be safe from my fate?

Or by God, am I doomed or too late?

Do I beg, shall I sprint, from the end to new hope?

Or just kneel, hang my head, I can't cope.

Is there time, can I win? Can I stand? Hold my lute?

Or I fall to the ground and despair?

I hear that the woods jokes at my name,

To the point I forget my own face.

I will sob as they mock my blue lips and my tears,

As my breath runs out from disgrace.