My life is too much with me; poverty and hunger
Unemployed and underqualified; I am worthless:
No hope I possess for the future
I have divorced my perseverance, a disgrace
This hand that jotted down essays and poetry
The nights I would stay up engaged
And now without any zest or impress;
From myself, from everyone, I am estranged;
I am alienated- Great death! I’d rather be
In the Hades next to Lucifer;
So might life, still constitutional in other people,
Not have hold over me anymore;
Not have hold over my destitution any longer
Or hear someone telling me I am deprived of anything.