Pie

I read too much and write too less,
Be glad, I fret, for you did do heaven bless,
Words come hard, fly faster some days,
Maybe they've left, or lost in some ways.

Unbeckoned tears, unbeknownst angst,
Paving way for more, rotting above my langst,
Left now to cringe, in terror of pending light,
Darkness embraced, isth only nectar to sight.

Madness forgone, too sane for the soul,
Worse needed to capture, worse to win the ghoul,
Knelt in meditate, door to insanity close,
Time to bury now, with time must I rose.

Feared by forevers, the silent dark shrouds,
When path to one of dual, unveiling stark dark clouds,
Quick pass the light, quicker lie to rest,
Next as is always, the day the very best.