Oh, pointless life, I could have withstood you,
if not for my over the top emotional intensity,
a fire consumes entire being sending askew
all rational thought, summing my life in brevity;
if death the final destination, what of life,
love is its essence some say but what is it?
loses warmth coming to me torn by strife,
sat vigil night and day for warm love’s visit;
defeated by love and life seek an exit,
but even that is denied the loser me,
forever loom with a happiness deficit,
why on me alone such cruel decree;
there I go again sombre and pitifully whining,
secretly hoping for a day I’ll be shining.