Lofty ambitions are sometimes to high
For some people to reach, causing them to fall between the cracks
And into a spiral of defeat and failure
Trapped within their own miserable existence
Making the best of it
Tasting the bitter wine of defeat
In the cold sorid hours   of minutes reaching out
Putting death holds on strength reason . Living in depression's grim
Prison.Thinking you were wed to it from the womb
Until its loneliness , you cannot confide in  nor reason with