Vile, venomous life, spun
Into a million and one dead ends,
The truth to all the
Answers are hidden in a web
That hangs high in the heavens,
Ethereal, eternal, but
Ruthless as life is; never to be found.
Murder for satisfaction, to get an
Infinitesimal glimpse of those answers! But
No, life is vicious and
Untamed - Cruel to the cracked bone.
Sending us back to loneliness and hunger for love.
Wicked unto our deathbed. I know.
Another acrostic - another poem about how I feel today.
