Disconsolate

I conceive of my person discomfit alongside anguish; I am deceived, as well as irascible.
Erroneously have I craved a prodigious significance.
Morn and twilight lapse, yet I remain perpetually solitary.
Thou art naught exceptional...
Ye have merely bechanced to remain mine sole transgression.
There exists an untried populace.
I may perpetrate to utilize another's service,
as mine own services have thus been expended.
Thus I shall arise with lighter heart and heightened capacity.
I was too timorous to give utterance to the thought,
Unaware of such that 'twould evince.
I now cognize that which I was formerly nescient of.
Verily I discern mine own insufficiency.
Emotion does wax raw and logic travels coldly forth;
Entirely the consequence of a damnable thirst.
Forsooth, I cannot accredit these sensations.
I cannot egress this ideate.
This discord shall cease, and shan't require thine amelioration.
Ye wilt ne'er agnise nor interpret
Le morte which is befallen.
Isolated in Winter's anamnesis.
Misplaced in Summer's contrition.