Mournful ‘Morrow – by Sofia DeFerrari

I.

From my suffering I create beauty so as to not have suffered in vain

What else is left as my task when every moment merely gifts pain

Nobody else can unearth the gifts my mind now holds

Every passion, every urge, born of humanity’s test

No god could allow it, nor god’s cause be worthy of worship

I tire merely from waking

My dream

Temps me

Dreaming of blissful lapse in consciousness eventide

Till one must resume the hate filled affair deemed inopportune

Why did I have to be born?

Could I not have just died young?

My life is an ongoing tragedy that will always result in my death

In defiance

I choose to wake everyday rather than merely lie dormant

My ongoing exertion

A will to power

Exhaustion

Will my body grant me permission to do as I decide?

Fatigue dissuades and prevents anything coming to be

My passion lies in nothing

From nothing I make everything

Creation

II.

How could I fail to notice my fleeting control

My own life as only subject

Failing constantly

Why should I desire freedom’s dawn?

Should life truly be more?

What is more?

Am I free?

I seldom wake at a time of my choosing

Moving around in a cell

Coming to terms

Life simply is

Life is tragedy

III.

When I wake I still taste slumber’s gift

Born again once like before

Playfully weaving amidst morning’s pain

Fresh and airy

Calm

Day’s toil stands before me

Ever-progressing onwards hitherto

A passing

Consumption

Sofia DeFerrari 23976151
Coffee Creek Correctional Facility
24499 SW Grahams Ferry Road
Wilsonville, OR 97070