Misery

I am weary now.

The days

Pass and fade away.

Nothing holds meaning

As the Sun in her wheel

Spins and weaves

A tale that is robbed of life.

For what more is man made

Than to feel the warmth

The heat, the love

Cast by stars and moons twisted flat

And weep that life

Was not kinder still.

I can ask no more

But writhe in hunger,

Craving your blood, that twofold misery

That twists the bones

Like cruel knives

Bathed in sorrow and despair.

I am weary now

And the days

They pass and fade.