From Out of the Depths

I am that voice in the Wilderness,
Tiny one that cries out in pain,
Cloulds and shadows darken my rutted  path,
No solar warmth, just snow, ice, wind , rain.

Trudging wearily along to an unsyncopated  beat,
Stumbling often on my bumbling  way,
In this unhappy, twisted, and empty life,
Of perpetually  hopeless night, blackness, no day.

I have lost all hope in mankind,
Life has been harsh, gnawing,cruel;
I thought I found love, how wrong I was,
What a bimbo! What an idiot!  What a fool!

I gave up my job, my hard-earned cash,
My seniority and being health-insured;
All for naught in the name of a faithless love,
I was on top...., ecstatic, overly  self-assured!

This has knocked me back down ito the depths
Of sadness, anguish, despair:
I am overwrought in grief and tears,
Yet numb, and try not to care.

This has been such a waste
Of precious time,  I find
My hopelessness continues to boggle
What little I have left of a mind.