Gazing upon my earned despair.
I seek a solemn lair.
My own regret to slowly pare,
I sit upon a stair.

‘twixt me heart and sombre air.
My mind a wreck, a bloody snare.
Till dusk and dawn my love, you’ll ne’er
Look upon this thorny mare.

To seek, to find that life is kind.
To want, to know that love is mine.
And walk with smile ‘twixt ear and ear.
With glint of eye and joyful tear.

I’d give my last breath to bear
A burden great, yet choice to bare,
My heart once more to people, kind.
Or great reprise, the deafening kind.

One of the stranger things I’ve found going through my facebook timeline.
 An old poem I wrote that seems to share certain sentiments with the opening soliloquy in Richard III.