Fare Thee Well to a World I Once Loved

 Fare Thee Well to a World I Once Loved                                 September 25, 2013

O' Mother, please don't cry at my expense

Prior to my attempt at this tragic recompense!

And Mother, O! How I am loathe to bear

This albatross o'er my head, my painful penance!

I never meant to hurt nor fail you as I have,

For to please you is to bequeath love,

For to not means I failed at life,

The olive branch never reached me from Heaven;
Ergo, my perpetuating strife.

I fear it is too late, my dear, sweet Mother,

For I have wrought upon you such great pain.

To see you cry makes me want to die,

And I know I want to set you free of me.

To die would mean to part with difficulty,

And to yearn for Truth and personal growth.

Never shall I be an achiever of any high degree,

Nor will I ever be able to take flight.

So fare thee well to a world I once loved!

God knows I never knew how!

Another failure to launch when once I was grown,

And I have lost my wiles to a devilish masquerade.
Let me be, O' Satanic magistrate! Just let me be!

Precious words mean so little in the way

Of comforting your soul on this night,
No lull-a-bye shall soothe you at the stroke of morn,
And again, I denied myself personal growth.

Torture is the word I shall bestow upon all

Who associate with me for good or no!

Never again shall I fail you, my dear, sweet Mother,

For I shall set you free of me, 

Bereft of my commiserate soul!

I died today a great death in my heart
Upon watching you cry on my behalf,
And I am to blame, O' Lord, how I am to blame!
How I wish I, too, could just cry!

Let me see the light for once of a fine day!

I sought to please the best that I could,

And yet again, all I did was join the dodo;

I never knew what it meant to be a gent,

And I now am already a young thirty-two in mind;

Need I say "I'm sorry" for Jurisprudence's sake?
Would that be buoyant in any way for you?

O' please, my dear! Just set my spirit free!

How may I rectify? To make amends? To see?

Let me be a bird so I may fly far away!
O' Mighty God, let the metamorphoses commence!
I shall fly away to nest upon another branch of a tree
Thousands of miles and a day from here!
Never again shall you see my tomfoolery,
My spirit is flawed and misguided,

And I shall never again encroach upon your happiness.
You may miss me at first, but I believe that at the very worst
You shall thrive as if I had died not in vain!

O' Mama Mia! I fear it is far too late!

How I have floundered your trust in me again!

Never shall I forgive my worth come what may,

I shall cry a river upon which to sail away my sorrows.

I shall never forget the pain I wrought,

When I see you, I feel only a heavy heart:

A scarlet fever, an emoting of sorts,
And I donne black in a mourningful dearth of pleasure.

Upon the day I perish, I shall rue the times

I failed you once upon another series of moral crimes!
There will never be another time so help me God!
For I shall abscond into absentia.