Destitute and Desperate

I wrote this ages and ages ago, it was my vent after seeing a close friend walking off with a (now) girlfriend. I was pretty distraught.

Loneliness abounds, Anxiety a past thought

Sobriety surrounds, the life that could naught

Oppression groes, The though of denial

Beautiful groves, I could be on trial

Forgive me now, for I have sinned

But naught for thou, that light hath dimmed

Powerless I dream, Forsake me now

Although the morning, it worries my brow

Should I wake, dont deem me less

My path it toggles, my life is a mess

Goodbye it seems, a grateful sorrow

And hopeful thought, to see no tomorrow.