Young men's Plea

Look at the man I am now.

Bartered.

Broken.

Bruised.

Bitter.

A weathered young man.

A leader of tomorrow.

 Look at my state.

Critical.

Terminal.

Urgent.

Dire.

A terminal patient.

Clinging on a soul,

All for nothing.

If I should die tomorrow,

I may as well die today.

What is life without a course?

I plead guilty to these—

Neglect.
Abandonment.
Discouragement.

And disillusionment.

I am deaf and dumb.

I am tongue-tied.

My eyes,

Once a clear vision,

Have been gorged out.

I am a blind beggar.

Blind to aides and their aid.

My end is nigh,

Darkness is my companion,

Sorrow is my confidant,

And loneliness is my comfort.

Yet there shall be a flicker,

At the end of the tunnel?

Of what benefit will it be to my wreathed soul?

Shame on life and glory to death,

Only in death shall I find my rest.