Wasteland Poem by Stewart Ross

My heart is an empty wasteland
A bleak desert is my soul
But I can blame no other
For how my dice was rolled

For I rolled these dice myself 
Even knowing I would lose
Each dice face a cutting glimpse
Of someone I would use

This cancers black inside me
There's no time left to heal
All inside is numbness
No joy or love to feel

There is no course of action
Left for me to take
So I write these thoughts and wailings
For meloncholys sake

My heart is an empty wasteland 
A desert is my soul
But I can blame no other
For how my dice was rolled