My poetry...

Okay, so I'll admit... it's true... I write depressing poetry.... A LOT OF DEPRESSING POETRY. Oh well, as long as people keep reading it, I will continue to write it.

Here is one I recently wrote:

Achieving Nothing

As she sat alone, she sat in darkness.

She sat in a pool of despair,

Looking about her in a miserable air.

All that she'd accomplished,

All that she'd done. 

She found little glory, in the hatred she'd won.

Now they'd never trust her,

or care for her affections.

Nor the mildest of her in imperfections.

Hope it's okay... 

Thanks for reading.