A Quintessential Farewell
Amidst the light that I could never see,
I now embark to quit, and foresake Thee.
By silent roar, I silence my own fear
with bitter grief for music I can't hear.
The air floats smallest bits of earthen scent
just remnants now of life that came and went.
I taste an envy for gifts unbestowed,
My haste, my impulse! My demise foretold.
And on my flesh glides grief and deep regret
that I shall no more feel, my blood so let.