Chiaroscuro Poem by Ibn Ali

Chiaroscuro
Past decisions and present circumstances juxtaposed
Makes the darkness more enhanced
And the line between them bold
Sitting staring through my window at the cold
Bemoaning a malnourished purse
The lone wolf howls aloud his woes
The falling leaves make bare the blushing earth
My smiles oppose the sighs that sorrow chose
She loses her adornment
Her shyness well deserved
I'd do well to quell my introspective mind
Tapping at the window pane
Feel the coarse grain grating at my nerves
I'm here again
How did I get here again
I took the same path
So life is bound to repeat itself
I'm full of righteous indignation
The knaves won't bring me down
No, the knaves won't bring me down