A Feeling of Tiredness
March 20, 2019
A feeling of tiredness overflows
from me, and in my daze it bestows,
upon a dreaded visage of false hope,
a future soon met with a well-tied rope.
The rope is long and slender.
A device so normal soon used to render
myself beyond the bounds
of a horrid mortal coil and resound.
My soul exchanged into a lower place;
something far removed from something so simple as space.
For which circle shall I arrive?
For what meaning shall my life derive?
A life wrought with detested sin,
but a new life so below wherein
a torturous existence of such variety
is awaiting me with lacking piety…