Short Poem: Under the Sun

Though beauty surround me everywhere,
and all the birds are singing in the air,
though far the woes of all my life
are scattered, gone is all my strife,
it still within me burns, a flame,
a dreaded, long, eternal pain.
I cannot escape, I cannot reclaim
that which was lost for all my gain.

I’ll go away into the night,
I go to end this long fought fight,
and I will take with me your name;
I will hold it without shame.
Everywhere is nowhere now,
and night and day are one.
And though I’m lost, believe somehow
I’ll find my way under the sun.