Another day, more grief
I must’ve killed a priest
Clandestine troubles seek me out
My charm’s now in doubt
Where is the mountain top?
Once I knew the exact spot
My smiles were an exhibition
Now caged in isolation
I strive with utmost diligence
to get beyond this pestilence
Yet its hold remains firm
Are they still more lessons to learn?
Pressure builds
A battle for the will
The breaking point draws nearer
I can do with a favor
However, poetry confers calm
A soothing balm
And so my journey continues
With pinching shoes
