The Pessimistic Soul




I squeeze my eyes shut,
I block out the pain.
I throw my world out;
I'm so full of shame.
I'm guilty beyond
Any words indicate
I look past the love
And see only hate
I ignore the beauty
And see only pain.
I stare at the anguish
Of each passing day.
I lose all control
And my grasp slips.
I'm falling and falling-
An endless trip.
I fall into
A shallow grave.
My world is a master,
And I am its slave.