My only vise

So disconnected, despondent and deflated

     My luck has subsided and I am sullen

Defeated, I ask myself why- I'm so isolated

Nameless reasons will not suffice

      And time will not heal me

Pain and self infliction, my only vise

What is it I have committed, to be cursed

      With such a malicious punishment

An overwhelming thirst

Unconstrained, my tears are absent

      The sting very absolute

Where is my glorious advent?

The End

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