anger despair and gnashing of teeth,
if i don't stop there's no chance of relief.
Dizziness hopelessness and some turmoil.
We are all destined to be but dark soil.
Love when it dies the most helpless of pleas.
Nothing I find can bring any release.
Haze in my eyes I think I need to sleep.
Doesn't take much to be in way too deep.
[WIP, as all of my poems are to be honest]