When last phantasmal hope
Was encaged in a void.
Faith with unhappiness eloped
Where failure was deployed.
Life stood insipid,
Mad became careworn,
And no more intrepid,
When unsuccessful and torn.
In search of relief,
Eyes opened and closed,
Though found no sleep,
Yet feverishly dozed.
Siestas were all lost,
Dreams were all frozen,
Stiff as permafrost,
And blue as poison.
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