inevitability

I fear the inevitability of time

Each second completes the turn of the minute

Further into the hour, which

Compels me to wonder

The farther I have come to thee

And I stand weary in body and spirit

Whatever, I ask, is left for me to succeed.

Have I not done all I sought to do?

Yet though I feel cheated since birth,

Didn’t I play forthright the cards I was dealt?

Yet my spirit is unfulfilled

The glass forever half empty

I fear all I stride to accomplish is never enough

How long is my walk to thee?

I grow tired, weary, wanting of a drink

Show me your love — crown me king

If even for a day, I plead that you strip from me

This burden of fear,

Deem me not a failure

Even if such I may be, acknowledge me

That I fought the good fight, my liege,

That I came, I found, and did what was right under your gaze

‘Ever more before you call good night on us all.