Hopeless Conclusions

As the feel of agony soothes me, 

The next it turns my soul dark,

The contorted past when bleeds my future dry, 

In the absence of courage, my soul there resides, 

Corrupted of juvenility - my felicity was languidly turning old, 

Here I sat capturing the destruction of my grand fort. 

Wishing perhaps once I could make it as a castle,

A place where prosperity and integrity may nestle, 

Banishing the thorns from my throne,

I would stitch the merriness by my own, 

Planting the floras where the rose was not a flower, 

Probably then I can restore my power. 

But in the end, 

All were conjectures of my delusion, 

Assigning their dreams to hopeless conclusions.