My mind races with discontent.
The heart is yearning for that,
which it can never have.
Loneliness encircles me,
drawing me within a pit of darkness.
Suffocating me with the stench of a madness,
that seems to be exuded from my every pore.
Clawing through this wasteland,
that we call life.
Hovering above a precipice,
that grows larger every day.
© Sept. 22 2011 L.E.M.