Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Yet again, gloom

I look at you, yes! You there
Is your life really simple
Are you devoid of worries
Or filled with chaos ample?
Outlandish, as it may seem
Mine has no prospects
Lack of hope charts it out
Gone are the happy aspects
Perplexed I am too, at this
But, misery continues to nibble
At my already broken spirit
My soul is now awfully brittle.