Bane

Let me stoop in my own light-

But drain all my weakness,

Or tears I have shreaded,

That have appeared on my face.

Ability of strength of belief-

Forgiveness of all the wrongs,

I seemed to misplace.

Nor has the sham of will-

The vines of poison that crawl up-

My bony spine,

Always leaves memories of scars,

That were transplanted into-

My skin of bane.