Creatures of habit


A wandering soul

Homo sapiens, a species

Despair at a world

Faith no more..


All out for themselves

a heart made of lead

sinks further to the brink

Can take it no more..


Doesn’t matter what they think

a point reached full of sadness

bursting with hurt

tears that flow, wasted..


For all that I see though

No difference is made

my leaden heart

for all, is displayed..


– April, 2017