Succumbing To Despair Poem by Jara Son of Ahaz

The day is fleeting and night unending.
Each challenge greater than the next.
What is this life that is filled with sorrow?
Penance for the sins against Eden.

Blindly I walk through life.
Stumbling on faults that are my own.
Agonies as long as night.
Relief as fleeting as sunrise.

I woke up today searching for hope.
Beaten down by this strife that is life.
Prepared to fight the evil of Lucifer,
I discover that the devil is me.