CHIMERA

Many of my memoirs have come and go,

Through its ominous preceding can never undo.

I have been into hiding underneath the shadows,

For I cannot endure these mere sorrows;

My existent being has been through despondency,

As my vivacity is never been that hale and hearty;

I have been to places where this epitome of mine does not integrate,

Still I am seeking, in order for it to relegate.

But where am I? Where is my spirit? It all seems lost in the verge of obscurity,

And only to find out, that the things I knew, where being made out of inanity.

Chimera lives upon me.

And no matter how immense my struggle can be, I am dauntless.