You've awoken emotions long since dormant.
I, corroded by the notion that hope
was only a disillusioned torment, was,
where ambitions amount to nothing, calloused.

I won't say I was bitter, but numb.
For any cry of mine was not more
than a whimper. To disappear
seemed much simpler than ever
try and conquer.

Although, in all honesty,
I do not see fallacy
inherent therein
such an ideology,
only a confused priority.

To live is to struggle.
To try is to fumble.
To love is to embellish.
To die is to relish