spiral of misery
Shadowing days when joy roamed about and entered lives.
Breathing in memories that seem to fade when glanced at.
Cherishing nothing comes the dust from the south that buries.
Left behind on rocky roads are found the days of a immature laughter.
Breeze of undealt turmoil rushes into the head of the innocent.
Clapping hands of Misery sounds out accomplishment.
Reflect nothing of her who she does not see in the creeks of emptiness.
Give her no satisfaction.
Not even of knowing even a faint idealization of heavens love.