I heaped upon my tattered soul,

As I, weary in both body and mind,

 succumbed to the equation in whole.

Looking for an out, as I staggered in,

searching for a solution, wanting to win.

Walls of imbalance are leaning my way,

 as the tides of absolution, slowly exit the day.

Humble and resolute am I against this sway,

for the substance of myself tasted bitterness this day.

As I, in contemptuous and muted shame,

grow tired of society’s torrid little game.

“So forgive and forget”…said I,

“But I cannot”, myself replied,

For the walls of imbalance,

Have crumbled before my very eye…

Leaving this shattered spirit to…

Die.