Futility

Such a profound dejection,

Upon sound reflection 

Plays on the brain as 

An inane depression

A sliding regression

From the growth I so crave

The disappointments of life

Have known me as "slave"

my never-ending strife

Through this abhorrent place

Where the beauty 

Can't hide the sinister shape

The lies, and the hate,

I'm so tired and irate

I find it hard to see a reason

To want to see another season

And yet, again, I trudge on

Through the muck and the gloom

And the horrors, the doom

To fight through the swamp

Where my demons all stomp

And they rave and they crave

Chasing me to my grave

Among the unforgiving passage of time