• Unloved forever in this lonely world
    Only living for the inevitable death
    That will one day consume us all.

    As I scribble in this poetry, I wonder
    If anyone could ever save a wretch like me
    Or if I am doomed to fade before my time,

    Like so many have before
    In this cold dark place we call our Earth
    We often wonder who will be next.

    If the world can learn to love,
    Or if we can all learn to forget
    the pain we have brought upon ourselves.

    Does love even exist anymore?
    Or are we just surrounded by hate.
    Will I ever be loved?

    My doubt is greater than my hope.