I cringe, wither and fade, 

My thoughts are perturbed,

My dreams are crippled,

A surge of fear pervades,

And I crumple under my life. 

 A dirge that is sung,

A farce that is on,

I pay homage to my past,

And obliterate my memories,

 Sometimes snivelling, sometimes weeping. 

 But there’s a faint glow, 

I see that within,

It glitters and then dims, 

And yet, lures me,

Perhaps, I find my destiny in it!!!!!!!!