Despondency reeks on the mind so blue,
Plaguing the thoughts to a halt
and breaking the spirit divine.
Gestures haunt their living soul,
Constantly relapsing in moment’s time.

Heartbreaking desires sketch their weight
Onto a limitless sheet of paper,
writing those empty lines and
drawing their twisted fate.

Finding their purpose is the key to life,
yet the door remains purposely closed.
And we wonder why they soon cry in pain
simply put nothing will ever be the same.