Half-Mast Sins: Poems on Redemption

(i)
Life could never offer a balm,
That did not augment my pain;
And I faced commiseration by all,
Who heard my silent complain. But I would not wish to venture,
Into their outlandish ways,
Nor revive the fatal memories,
Of hope's forgotten days! (ii) The shadows of existence fail to identify,
Within the glory of this be-speckled sky,
Its changes that revolve but cease to nullify,
And create a divide to rule and pry,
With Sorrow letting its mirage fly, (iii) Above the future's clouded eye,
Fa...