Past Caring, Past Worrying Poem by John Sensele

Past caring, past worrying, said I
As I woke up, whipped a wonder and wished there was no point
To go on, to walk on my head, to die
Slowly, silently, solemnly since the joint

Pact my lover and I signed when I thought otherwise
Came to haunt me, came to heap blame on the same name
I thought would save me from frivolity to prize
Open a vista visiting vices which a soul sister would claim

Weren't wise as cries for sanity stripped of vanity
Rose, roared and ruled I reconsider
Whether I'd live on pity in a city
Teeming with a sensual cider

Would wander where wisdom
Freedom, favour, fun and faith
Gathered, giggled and grinned in a kingdom
Where never again I could lose my breath.