A thought once did try
To sour my hopes in life
I let it consume and it struck
Like a wasp, breaking it stinger
Only to carry away it’s victory


In the Maddened Deep

Nothing more could be as sweet
When death and I finally meet.
I have wasted all the lives given
And nothing has since been proven
That I was here and meant for glory
Another hastily ended chapter
In someone’s heart thereafter.
Broken symbols and unclear paths
Have driven the mind, my once home
Into the throws of the maddened deep
Shy ghosts do not force the hand
Yet they have wept for decades.