Possessed of keen, harsh feelings
And a temper;
Was appalled at an assertion of a harsh, nameless fact
That was property of his disposition:
That, though his exterior was altered, his mind was unchangeable;
He dreaded that mind;
He shrank from committing to its notion.
He didn't care that it was not merely sentimental;
The minute he discovered its existence, he laid the blame on the appeal it could have — a limited excuse, to a certain extent.
He was dwindling and fading to complete dejection;
He was always distressed, in the end,
And desired self-neglect.
He had little left, and he let the fire go out
But he coveted an agreeable heart;
He understood that he might love to be happy;
He understood that he might be happy to be king...
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Poems (collection 1.0)
Poetryplease don't read this (i laugh here, but i'm not joking). this is a relic. consider this the museum of my progression in writing. you can find the better (marginally) stuff from this one in "Poems (collection 2.0)". Thoughtful, often sad, and angr...
