Weltschmerz -
sooner or later
it'll come to haunt
most of us-

the past
will speak
of the angst
of living-
of that
which oppresses
and leave us
speechless

there looms
Via Dolorosa
yet to be crossed

all glories
will fade away
little will be left
to boast

ah, our fragile
human condition-
each is born
to bear
their own cross