Despair

The secret regions of my heart are filled with a strange unrest -

     making the harp strings of my soul strike discordant notes

     that send meaningless messages to my brain.

My eyes keep their eternal vigil on shabby crumbling milestones

     that flicker by with terrifying speed - shabby milestones

     that mark the countdown of my inane existence.

I look for you along the way but I know - I know

     that the roads I take

     are not roads that you would care to travel by.

So I hurtle around my own crazy orbit

     regardless of the cold bleak galaxies and vast spaces

     that surround me -

Not yet quite realising that I am lost - back where I began -

     filled with unrest -  striking discordant notes -

     hearing meaningless messages -

     and left blind by my futile vigil.