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]