Do you know how I feel?
Do you know of investing your very soul in dreams?
Dreams, such ephemeral things, that whisk away.
	away, away at the first touch of harsh reality’s light.
Dark nights, spent weeping tears of frustration,
	tears of dejection, tears of torment.
Desires known for a lifetime, brought to 
	naught with an unrepentant word or phrase.
Desolate, my heart stands revealed,
	once fertile with want of love’s seeds.
Damned by choices, but not of my own,
	but that of others.
Death stares me in the face and I,
	like so many before me, see an end fast approaching.