"But here there is no light"
-John Keats, "Ode to a nightingale"

Disenfranchised-I
epitomize a lost soul
I'm a dead man walking,
my purpose? I don't know...

Although I've never sold
Satan my soul...
I must admit that often I get
quite depressed.

So much that when I see
my own reflection...
in the mirror it only
serves to increase the depression

I've tried many remedies
but none of them work
as I go through my days
always fearing what lurks...

ahead. My spirit is dead.
I can choose to love but instead
my soul is decadent,
my heart despondent I pray in
vain for god to stop it

I stress relentlessly
Every sunday go to church
but still happiness seems
not meant for me.

From where will my help come?
My life I defile! I put on a mask
in front of people, but I'm just
in denial!

Some believe there'e a Light,
but I see only darkness here
all hope I've abandoned ever
since I've entered fear.

1999, B.C.