LAMENT OF WORTHLESSNESS

Worthlessness consumes.
Eating from within.
It is a cancer.
It is a plague.
Suicide, genocide.
I have fallen victim to it.
My greatest foe.
I fight only to be cut down.
Still I keep rising.
There's still hope.
There's always hope I believe.
It's all I have left.
But even hope is waning.
These storms are tiresome.
I've been worn.
I've been beat.
I bear the scars.
I am still wounded.
Weeping life's will away.
The winds of change blow in.
Then they blow away.
I am still here.
Worthlessness still constant.

SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(02/10/2012)