Ostentations

This existence: Shame and defeat everlasting: Endless ostentations of repetitious failure Doom and gloom, haunting despair Tortures what is left of a pestilence-ridden soul Pools of seething hate boil and spatter All who offer the healing hand Meadows of empty promises marred with scar tissue Produced from the circumstances I have induced Lies and slander rain from the sky But offers no life to the twisted limbs of battered trees That look up at the black clouds of deception No water in sight to replenish my body or Show me a sickening image