All Despair Who Enter This Place Poem by john hardesty

We are carried into this world by lovely angels and
tormented by living demons from then on,
they seek you out in destitution and resistance is futile,
though you may find many comforts the only
residence you'll ever dwell is through the harrowing storm,
through the rumbling clouds, you think you're soaring
with heavenly gods, but the stroke of reality pelts you
down to the ground, there amongst the viable mortals
who deem you as some subversive monster;
your shoulders carry the burden of guilt,
and your mind wilts in shame-dying,
your blossomed dreams become nightmarish tragedies,
you can no longer fly away toward
the sunny glade of bliss,
your anchor's a mythical wooden cross
chained to your soul
to remind you life
is a wicked joke
paid in full by
the loneliest fool.