Lost; Elations

Lost 
Stark, implicit misery
Bequeathed to me in infancy
An ill begotten energy
A life's supply of empathy
Through entropy on canopies
Of broken dreams remedially
Weave, wake worlds of my empty,

Intruding soul upon this blissful inebriation
Waning me from observation
Reservation from oscillation of constant monotony
Inadequacy
Petulance, wanton aggravation
Though grown, eloquently dispensing of my qualia born enemy
The self its own; but reverie
I find myself in symphony
My very soul 
Elations