My Despair, My Desire

I cried the tears, the hot and bitter tears,

that ran like a river to the sea of my despair.

Deep down in the depths,

where each bleak bemired step,

led me further from the path

of my repair,

I just didn’t care.

As I plundered the apartments

and ransacked all the shelves

of the tower I built with bricks,

of love and mortar made with water,

from the lake of my desire.