Destinatum Ad Sola Mortem {destined For A Lonely Death} Poem by Spanner Thegob

When Apathy took hold
Impulses slowed and became indecision,
Hope, fading like shadows,
retreats from the light of day,

Disappointment, etched from the canvas of life
Shows in those tired eyes,
There is a familiarity in this Quiet sadness,
A Melancholy beauty to the folly of Estrangement,
to the ecstasy of Loneliness,
to the emptiness.

I have learned to Embrace the quiet moments.
angry Words leave vacuums,
But The sun shines equally on villains and heroes!
If Perseverance be the parent of good luck
then I will be an orphan,

For I am weary from the effort
And from the desolation I realise,
I'm Destined for a lonely death