In Despondence

In despondence,

That overbearing cloud;
the Specter I endowed with life,
is sent now to kill me.

I cannot escape                     (Sullenness)
And it sees me always .        (Most human trait)

In the depths of the Night
the world closes in around me, and
I am a wretch!

To hate existence, to wish for demise
To plumb the depths of humanity
To find them so                 lacking.

To be so lamenting
and so lamentable.
Is a feat, an art; my stupid cross.

And I bear it
to the end of my days.