Poetry 101

For those of you that read the last post, the same rules apply. I've started writing again and I would feel sorry for subjecting you to my amateur wordsmithing save for the fact that I really don't give a fuck. If you don't like it don't fucking read it. So here we go with another one.

Frayed ends of Sanity

My psyche crumbles, sanity no where to be found
My heart is empty, and cold, not unlike the ground
Upon which I walk, I’ve traveled many miles all alone
No respite from these dreams, I must reap what I have sown

I cannot find love, it eludes me at every turn
And yet without it, I am lost and continuously burn
In a fire of self hatred, a cold fog of spite
I feel completely lost, unable to make it right

This self-loathing I feel drains my soul and clouds my eyes
Blinding me to the beauty of the friendship of allies
I ask not for much, yet nothing is what I am given
A simple love is all I want, and for that I have striven

As the days go by, and death draws near
Dying alone, unloved, that is my only fear
The reaper stalks me, hauntingly reminding
Me, of my impending doom with a smile that is grinding

His grim countenance I see, my future in his grasp
As I descend into a psychotic hell, my cries are only a gasp
As you can see, I am mine own worst enemy
The horizon of my dreams lost upon a sea of insanity