I’ve sold my soul for corporate money
yet I have nothing to show for it
I climb up the walls of a pit
but all is wet mouldy and slimy
my foot slips and I fall in water
sisyphean existence in which I drown
I’m king of nothing and my crown
is merely a vexatious matter
with every attempt my strength is less
with every failure hope is dimmer
of it will be left but a glimmer
extinguished in a deep of stress
I see the light but feel no warmth
the dusk is red the water cold
upon me soon the night will come
there will be nothing left but wrath
August 2022