Poetry Catharsis

Those Who Shine

Let those of intelligence with their stars,

Of magnificence and obligation,

Of waving hands and loud support,

Whilst I, whom destined of such bars,

I looked for joy in that I glorify most.

But as the depths of the sun in a man's eye,

And in themselves their sins lie buried,

For at a glance they in themselves die.

The shining armour famoused for fight,

After a thousand victories once thicken,

The book of catastrophe adds a page,

One after another,

And the rest need not forget,

About all that falls down.

Then happy I, as a whole,

Then happy I, as a soul.