Poem of Despair

The Path of Wrath

written 2006

When does it end? This path I call wrath, for it is a journey filled with pain, anquish and sorrow.

I sometimes ask myself, "is life worth living?, Should I just end my tomorrow?"

As I walk this path I call wrath, I seem to see so many rivers of tears, and wonder if they will ever

 disappear through the years.

Every year that passes me by, as I walk a new valley, I see black roses that seem to shrivel into ashes as I pass them by.

There is constantly darkness that surrounds me, and I ask myself "why?"

Why does my soul continue to hurt and to cry?

As I walk this path I call wrath, these rivers of tears seem to be the most dreadful of all,

for these rivers are the only, that can truly make fall!

Every breath that I take is a second closer to loss, I then think "when again will this dreadful river of tears need to be crossed?"

I dread them so dear, for they have filled my heart soley with emptiness, blackness, and fear.

They have damaged my soul, and competence to withhold any happiness, and only to draw tears.

I have lost the ability to trust, and any happiness I seem to establish only turns into to dust.

When does it end? This path I call wrath? A journey that continues to make me dread what withholds me tomorrow.

God willing, with all the faith I can possibly borrow, maybe one day my heart will no longer be hollow.