Towards the ever denied
of scales tipped to demise
a life judged by self and despised
of a body lied, inwardly lied
for who else could revise
to chastise a feather light in its size.
For what if who is, never was
with an everlasting sense of loss.
How else could I obtain
how could one sustain
when loss of self is all to blame
how else could I regain
the dream, of absent pain.