Sweet Misery Poem by Anthony Ominiabohs

Bound by bound i leapt
Soaring up to heights
As innocent as a virgins touch
Only to crumble
Like a pack of cards.

Again i leapt
Filled with many doubts
Clinging to my lure
Like one lost in a crowd
In numbed euphoria.

Craving and craving
Never really needing
To take a leap so high
Bludgeoned on by weakness
which soon was strength.

What does it mean
That weakness be strength
Faith be conviction
A need a craving?