My worst confidant

Crossed eyed, starring straight at me,
That muse of loss daring to see:
My fight, my pain, some way to be.

Never wanting my ill intent,
Yet satisfying me with discontent.
I still strive, my will so bent.

Thus I cry, "My foe is unfair!
For we make such pair,
I am tempted unaware."

This friend sneaks still to my side.
Unwilling, I permit to abide
Hoping for a pleasant familiar chide.

Proceeding forth, without defense;
Blameless no more my innocence,
This thief damming my recompense.

A laugh I hear, but not of glee

My trouble without malice subdues me

Although I know the way to be.