In great despair, I write these words.

The words untie the strings of my heart

The Old Guitarist, Pablo Picasso (1903)

In great despair, I write these words.
To alleviate the painful puckering surds.

[surds are irrational numbers. like the suffering of an illness]

I write them to beguile a lost innocence.
Solemnly dissolved in intrepid pretense.