The Infinite Sadness Cries Itself To Sleep Poem by wolfgang wiseman

the tragic waste of melancholic lamentations that erupt into the apathetic breeze,
could break a man lacking in fortitude;
but they are unable to fulfil their only purpose.

the anxious yearn of desperation that pisses away downstream,
could break a man lacking in fortitude;
but it is unable to fulfil its only purpose.

nothing ever changes.....
man remains unbroken.....
the infinite sadness cries itself to sleep.....