Vita Sine Spiritu

The starless night sky bewails its pitch darkness,

So does my heart - enervated with abating verve;

’Tis an unsettling gloom that shrouds the quietude,

Threatening to burst forth like a raging tempest.

With sovereign ardour were the seeds of labour sown,

Only to be pulverized irrevocably amidst a brutal blight -

Reaching Elysian fields could be so elusive; who could’ve known?

Stygian River’s perfidy’s evermore contributing to the plight.

Snuffed aspirations dangle over one’s head like Damocles’ sword,

Like the ignominy of the fallen legions of mighty Rome -

Capitulating to the formidable Carthaginian forces,

Vanquished by the soul-crushing assault on free will.

The night is darkest before the dawn, I’ve been told -

Turns out, Fate’s been prolonging this insufferable night;

Shackles of misery nudging my patience’s threshold,

Conflicted with a contrite conscience, I’m losing my sight.

Oh, what wouldn’t I give to turn back the clock! -

Muster adequate audacity to amend decision’s course,

No one ever experienced euphoria without hedging high stakes,

Unrestrained by the qualms of acrimonious observers. 

This boulevard might have shattered many dreams,

My potential isn’t attuned to requisitions’ wavelength, perhaps,

How do I survive the onslaught of such foreboding regimes

Which seek to tamper with my destiny’s deftly devised maps?

With the Big Brother watching eerily down my back,

Domineering and cajoling me into a pursuit of fleeting passion;

My reticent spirit caged in a dilapidated prison of chagrin,

Fervid ambitions were trampled upon with impunity.

I know not how drawn out this wait is preordained,

Or fledgling endeavours to partake in worthy quests,

Envisioning an exuberant rite of passage supposedly maintained 

Over years of yearning to overcome life’s gruelling tests.