The Worth

My pride surrendered slowly,

Fear its place did take,

Though bliss I court, in a life so short,

Will my soul forever shake?

Yet once I stood atop the world,

The road I was its master;

But time rules all, a fruitless crawl,

With bones that once moved faster.

Though do remain, the ones that glimpse,

Who witness light not dark,

Their fidelity tested, though seldom bested,

They're yet to disembark.

Cease, oh Mind! Halt this madness,

My ambition invites seduction,

And yet I resolve, to one day solve,

My lust for self-destruction.

The rain has dried, as have my eyes,

In time, my truth lay bare,

To refuse to cede, despite my deeds,

Am I worthy of repair?