Off In a Wasteland

Lost in this dismal place,

this utter hatred leaks from my mouth,

pouring out obsenities,

without control or restraint,

looking for redemption,

only to be met with emptiness and regret.

Who will save this lost soul,

wandering. . . in search of something more,

of something pure and free,

but only to find a vacant wasteland,

only dry, cracked, barren land,

nothing. . . that only leads to nothing.