'Traveling'

That much talked about state of happiness does not exist.
It cannot be found as I travel through the burning desert of my soul
That not even the night storm of tears can put out.
Through the harshness of emotions I still walk and,
Try as I do to find the fields of Elysium,
No map will ever guide me there.
The paved road I once traveled
Has cracked and
Fallen apart into gravel, dust, and dirt.
The sides barren
As the roses and trees turn black from the decay
That I bring along with me
As I aimlessly walk the broken pathways of my life.
There is no light to guide me
And no shadow to follow behind.
Step by step
I traipse along
In this abysmal gloom.
No longer able to soar near the sun,
As my wings have been clipped
And I have fallen from grace
To retake my place
Here in this world,
Lost as a drifter and
Kept down in this obscurity
As Hell's Bitch.

A/N: Another poem (I wanted the title to be Hell's Bitch but titles aren't supposed to be 'offensive' or 'mature') . . . fans of crappy poems (I'm hard on myself right now) should be rejoicing. One review on another said my lines don't fit and that's because I'm writing what the emotion prompts me to write. If anyone gets what Elysium means before reading the following definition, say so and impress the hell out of me. For those who don't, "Elysium" refers to Greek mythology. Elysium was a part of the underworld which was the final resting place of the souls of the virtuous or, to some, it means paradise (my use here). For more on Elysium (which is kind of interesting if you're into mythology which is how I know the word because over the past year or so I've studied more mythology and stuff like that . . .) go here, It's fitting too since someone said my poems sound somewhat Shakespearean Tragedy-ish (it's derived from Shakespeare) and like Shakespeare there's a ton of metaphor and emotion in these new poems. Anyways review if you want, they're appreciated.