Gates In Passing

I know what it is now,
I doubt what it once was
I feel bereft of mirth
For the gate that I must pass

That which I thought was true
Is truly all a lie
I have little to show but grue
Beneath the mottled sky

I’ll cry, I know, for I do feel
Truly, what I know I do
And nothing, save the deepest sleep
Will make me up anew

This ends with the taste of ashes
This ends with the flesh stained
This fills me with a leaden heart
My sense of trust is maimed

Devoid of any further hope
For love and light, undone,
Can bring no solace to me now
To cleanse this turpid con

I cannot see the sun
My eyes refuse to see!
The blinding light of truth
In this dank menagerie

I am naught but a pauper
A jester beheaded again
I am not but a bottom-feeder
With nothing to attain

Unlikable and un-liked
Unlovable and un-loved
Unfulfilled and unimportant
Un-sewn and utterly ignorant

I live a lie not wanting
To accept the bitter truth
That for all I could love someone
That someone won’t come through

So bitter and despondent
Unfettered and unwise
My mind remains transfixed
With the sparkle of twin stars

My rhyme bedraggle yet again
My prose so clearly unapt
I must now part ways with this fair court
And walk the path again.