Gloom by Frank Stuart Flint — Read

I sat there in the dark / of the room and of my mind / thinking of men's treasons and bad faith, / sinking into the pit of my own weakness / before their strength of cunning. / Out over the gardens came the sound of some one / playing five-finger exercises on the piano.

Then / I gathered up within me all my powers / until outside of me was nothing: / I was all-- / all stubborn, fighting sadness and revulsion.