Wednesday, 6 June 2007


Give me the strength
To overcome
My selfish melancholy state
When looking in
Upon myself
I see but empty places
Chase fleeting images
Of what I think my graces
To be left to ponder
On my worth

So give me now that fiery dart
As it has always come
Like a shaft from out the dark
A fountain sprung
My will
My vital spark
Not overcome
But strengthened some
That I might fight again
Viewing life with bold disdain
Defiant standing
I will play your game
And Life
You shall not win


Egal Bohen


I, still, ♥ the views said...

. . .so does one become stronger, in the end (well, not the end, "after"? or "later"?)

Egal Bohen said...

I don't know...hence my defiance ..because if nothing else, I must believe in myself.

I, still, ♥ the views said...

it seems that you do