Literature
No More
By that which gazed 'twixt and yonder these bars
And shackles of imprisonment,
I see through eyes that once were mine
But now no more, no more.
Jealosy has become of me,
For I am now the enemy
Of the dreams that have died
And fallen beside me.
I'm far from my ever wand'ring mind-
It's gone, and always will be.
Beseech me nothing, for I have nothing,
Can't you see it all has gone?
Never to be seen again.
No More.