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.

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