My poetry is known to be pathetic
The stanzas are far beyond lyrical
My voice fills the heart with sorrow
My eyes are blind to see a brighter tomorrow
An empty soul is all your bringing
My path following a lonely pattern
My isolation is aftermath
My meaning of living is very nil
My hunger can never be filled
My purpose in life is unknown
My insight can never be shown
My emotion will always be dry
My eyes shed no tears to cry
My own being, no sense of faith
My spirit prepared to be knocking for nothing
My presence is never expected
My true sense of peace is not impacted
My only true friend is misery
My love is caged, and never to be free
My hope was never born
My motivation was never worn
My settlement has been broken
My secrets left behind as the unspoken
My end has arrived at it’s near
My heart feels no fear
Now I’m about to die
A warm liquid falls from my eyes.
