Just a poem I wrote.

Abyss of Despair.
Every rose that blooms will
It wither away another day
Like the sting of a single thorn
Causing pains in which we mourn
Do not build a bench in my honor,
nor climb a mountain in my name.
When I depart remember,
It is not you, that should be blamed.
The only needs or wants
will be fulfilled in my dreams.
Lost within this waking life,
A golden k…