Adieu Poem by Kevin Maroney

The world's a tune, to be played while in rhume,
as I sit I stand spying, in my mind there's a room.
With this i see past all the sea, till I open
to a day most black and lying harmoniously.

Through a crack in the wall, sits the world in wake,
as I see it I seek to derive my stake,
but none will come as I'm but a stranger here,
a passing marvel for which all can stare.

Nothing compares to the dome in sleep,
as all about me dares to weep,
a world in shadow, paralyzed with fear,
yet still am I stuck standing all alone right here.

It shames me to think on my troubles few,
though I know they're minor, I can't bid them adieu.