• My Greed,my material posession,
    my anxiety,
    my natural ability to be utterly alone,
    my memories of the past,
    Meaningless.
    The thoughts of my life lead me nowhere,
    desperation encircles,
    closes in upon my existence.
    I want only things I know I can never have,
    things I already have aquired hold no value.
    Loss is my comfort,
    I search every day,
    for something new to lose.
    Today all I ever had was lost to me,
    swallowed up into some abyss,
    sending me into the comforting embrace,
    of my own selfishness.
    I mock myself for wanting such disaster,
    loath myself for accepting it.
    Resigned now to living the rest of this life,
    alone,
    in the absence of friends,
    family,
    love.
    I am your disgrace to humanity,
    the disease in the blood,
    the feeble.
    I do hope to reclaim the things I've lost,
    Hoping that they will,
    that she will,
    somehow have become more precious,
    that I will have learned some lesson,
    some appreciation that,
    I should have had to begin with.
    No real plan to reclaim these memories,
    just some desperate desire that life,
    will come full circle,
    free me from my past,
    leave me in a familier place,
    with me being a better man.