a burning candle
a leaking pen
a  little hope
an everlasting yen
to find some meaning to this,
this endless loneliness.
'Twas  my birthday today
though everyone had forgotten
so I went out for a walk, cold and rotten,
the day was grey and the wind
blew all the comfort away.

Now I sit so still
in this sepulchral room
with a leaking pen at hand
I scribble over these contorted lines.

there's no need to rhyme
you just gotta break your fall
it's your birthday after all!
be happy and smile
even though things seem vile
if you just keep pushing through
you'll find something that'll make your life worthwhile.