A feeling of acute despair,
With fear walking on the nerves.
A lump gathers in the throat,
With the mouth parched,
Words stagnate.

Solitude is an abode,
With loneliness a friend.
Disgrace sets in with anxiety,
With self pride,
Will alienate.

Remorse comes from instinct,
With time as a healer.
Grief has no wisdom,
With self betrayal,
Wise survives.

Reminders improves the self,
With forgotten past.
Joy invites pleasure,
With self help,
Winner takes all.