Resolution Poem by Edmund Wong

Why have you been so cold, consuming Life,
That has swallowed my youth in scathing Strife
For nothing- you motley, wild clay,
Have you ever sat out a sinless day?
Soon love as mourn; to act and err;
And thereupon distract faith to despair.
For what grand plan draws out your stay,
Save being a slave of dark Desire’s play?
There are more, you say, from the martyred maids
Or the winged, haloed saints and wise old sages-
Like those virtuous pagans pining in Hades.
Why, we have no wings, nor sing well in cages.
Those ages are gone, now I let you go!
A man you should not miss, at any rate-
I am no Saint Ambrose nor Michelangelo.
To be set on my feet sans blessings is my fate.