Contrary

Contrary to the evidence you witness
This writer is too weary to write
the scrolls ran out
to a gritty, singed end
Satisfaction banned even then
And bitterness set in
Even that too fell away
like guilted sin

Contrary to the evidence of my brain
The soul's sluggish and wisped
Contrary to hard events
to pain
i Seem aswell on seas whose breeze
suck the swell of my geas
All over again
All over again i've doubt
that settles now in literary drought

Contrary to the construct
Of health and glamour in my life
You people don't give me happiness
You of the clever knife
You of the soulless plunge
to unhinge mysteries
expunge

i plea for letting be
For them to get away from me
but it strikes me now
So contrary