Fellowship
Is a long way off
Wallowing in pastime joy
Where glory enthralls

Bliss exudes from afar
And I fume unfit
To recall
To trudge in retreat

How can I recover?
How can I reap the days?
That swelled so pure
In pristine grace

Past laughter rings unfazed
By the troubles I keep
As I sing of soft trials
Ensnared and grim