I know that being sad is no disgrace

The bell rang on the ancient church at noon.

A sparrow flitted to the Tudor wall.

Was this the knell which brings us damned gloom?

 

Perhaps there is no meaning here at all.

I read my unknown thoughts projected out;

And in my rage, desire the walls to fall.

 

Like you, I am too often stuck in doubt.

Betrayed by old ideal and vanished wish.

So what is in confuses that without.

 

 

Oh,pain, oh ,mind, oh agony, oh flesh.

I shall not cling to life and wait for grace.

I am, myself, a fish in net of mesh.

 

 

Was this my destiny, my rightful place;

Alone besieged by sorrows on all sides?

I err for being sad is no disgrace.

 

So ,to my hopes, I’ll cling like drowning beast.

Until my invitation to the feast.