How is it that someone

at such a youthful age

have already bred such

contempt for life,

that all seems futile

and empty?

It feels as if all dreams

of greatness

are squandered,

all hopes vanquished

by meager thoughts

of the road ahead

Today I have accomplished nothing

Nor will I accomplish anything

tomorrow

the stress and anger

that had built

has imploded

to leave a black hole

that sucks me dry of energy.

I'm simply drained