My Better Life's Cake Poem by John Sensele

Far away from the discomfort under my skin
My soul rejoices
Recoiling at sorrows that like a pointed pin
Pricks my choices

Stealing my freedom
Drinking my peace of mind
Shoving me yonder the kingdom
Where once I lived unkind and blind

Pinned down into a sea
Of sorrow where swimming I couldn't
And glee
Mine wouldn't

On me smile for a while in a mile
As for company me sorrow sought
With green-eyed bile and gangrenous guile
Lumbered while I thought

Sorrow for company no bad idea
If only the chalice could free me from the dread I felt
Lydia
Couldn't melt in gild letter spelt

In terms I felt separated me from the hollow bread
My teeth no longer could chew
As the blight, sight and plight of dread
Grew and threw

Into reverse the order
In my life I strove to build
As I considered broader
Brushstrokes sorrows could never yield

Unless I woke up
On my groggy knees stood for good
Throwing away the poisoned cup
Whose stern hood and mood

I rejected
Wishing for company sorrow I never sought
Thwarted and dejected
I got caught

Up into an insipid, colourless, tedious existence
Whose yoke and talk
My soul strove by dint of perseverance and persistence
Away to stalk and soak

Into dustbins of history
Where sorrow fragments
Of a broken life story
Lay entwined with ligaments and arguments

I no longer wanted for mine
As my benighted eyes snapped awake
No longer would I repine or whinge and whine
Because at long last I found my better life's cake with neither further ado nor glaring mistake.