Feelings do not comprehend,
they simper for the last.
An empathy in a sympathy,
Illusive despite the cast.
Capricious but with such conceit,
Their cloak is a compromise.
You don\'t have to disregard fidelity
To disclose those dismal replies.
My spirit never seems to be congenial to the way.
Only in the ebony do I see this epiphany.
I was dreaming how to ream my youth.
I was scrupulous today.
But sitting alone in the fright,
comforted only by fear.
It\'s okay, fitfully—but I won\'t bite...
\"A wound to wipe a tear.\"