Blind Fury

I sit here in retrospect ravaged by memories of bitter yesteryears
Contemplating my resigned fate wallowing like a smouldered flame
Ruminating about all the lost opportunities I chanced and never got,
Fathoming about glory of fruition I never had caught in a reverie
Wondering where is my hidden star hiding in the vast constellation.
My heart is besotted with abject miser of plight and strife
My soul is bruised with dejection and downcast pauper status;
I would like nothing more than to end this meagre pitiful state
For my egoistical pride is getting blows meddling with my esteem,
I use to pronounce loudly my dreams to my peers full with boast
Knowing no surrender nor hindrances and confounded by success
Mesemerized by wonderment of self-actualisation and finding one self
Now the tables have turned for the worse and seemingly my fate is sealed
Yet there is still that faint glimmer of hope like a beacon on an ocean
signalling a ship I too shall see this through with all the might I can muster.