This is my suffering
and punishment too?
I can't die and perpetuity
without mercy haunts me
what a torture-immortality!
what loneliness
and monotony!
enclosed in time's prison
my voice has become hoarse
and I can barely breathe
the winds, the sky
the stars and the moon
hardly look upon me
for familiarity

I'll be the last
the most lonely
existence
nature's most accursed
an error
a piece that can't fit
anywhere

**** the poets
who give me false praise
they write only
for the sake
of their poetry
it's not about me
they care
but for their own glory

drowned in my pain
and sorrow
and I know
the same angst
would hang heavily
upon on me
tomorrow.