SOLILOQUY

All I adore my Defeat, my beloved, more than ever,

Since now  I love death more than my life.

I prefer one death to hundred times that cowards meet every day, every moments.

I know you will tell me it's a cowardice to succumb to death since It's  to refuse on excuse to accepting Defeat offered by life once or many times.

Yet, I  have no wish to overcome nor to blame myself nor even wish to be victoriousas as a hero.

Defeat, my only refuge in seclusion and dejection.....

And is my only solace in my agonized heart when bleeds hurt.

Yes !  I love to die ignoring everything that I can't change and nor can I drink

Certain hemlocks in everyone's life;  nor even erase certain pains painted in  many defeats that afflict our minds though !

I have seen every cherished dreams to die every day, every moments, as those die for have nots,

And every hope once ignited in their kindred souls ......!

I will offer thy garland to my dear Defeat that muses in me to kiss Death.

For I need no gain, no glory, nor any books to be  recorded with my plaintive story.

I love to seek my life be marred by pentiful tears gained from the pensive episodes that filled my chambers.

And perhaps those might imprint or stain my doleful heart like rainbow hues that tinge the  sky -as a token of sublimed Defeat.