I wrote this when I had a moment of loneliness and depression. Did a little polishing and refining afterwards. This is also my first poem in the noble language of English. Hope you take the time to review it
I don't know why this has happened
I lower my head and my face has saddened
surrounded by people, yet all alone
why am I never truly understood?
For me, life, the wellspring of happiness
is now a burden, a field of loneliness
a torture, an enmity, a must.
So I shroud myself in emptiness,
and I wonder, is the world truly just?
I fall deeper into the blindness
the ever closing darkness
into a menacing ocean of sadness
an endless river of falling tears
I again wander on its shores
what do I suffer these things for?
I walk still alone
and my humanity slowly begins to wane
and I step down into the sea
for I no longer care for things I once craved
for perfection, for fear, for love
and I begin to fall ever deeper...
for what does a man without life care for?
