My words dripping with useless meaning forming
a puddle at my feet, now reflects the sorrow that
torments my soul. Walking alone in the darkest
part of winter, alone and cold, I feel nothing of the
warmth I had once known. With only my reasons I
walk on in vain in search for nothing, my memories
my prison. Night and day blurred into the same
unending dream, and again in the end I know I
have only myself to blame.
David Blake
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-232/
