That fitting sadness- By it I rise, Not in its’ scorning Or demise, Nor add I guilt To grief and pain- That sorrow pure Has not a stain. Untainted whimpers And broken cries Mar not Heaven Nor surprise- Is earth not groaning And sighing too? My flesh joins in And

Due to the pain that was worsening in my hands and arms I have been on as much of a writing break as my self control has been able to succeed in. I have of course penned some lines here and there, and this poem was written in fragments, usually

How has the domain of darkness So disguised its self as light? There you sit as in the shadows And the chains of death but yet The world says “this is life, And yes what life is all about: To sit in darkness as if light, To raise your bound