wretched yet no regret

 

A lonesome horror to live in

"crap" soup to eat

spook stuff to play with

and no soul to speak

far from town

not a single bird chirps

paths on roads

have cracks and jerks

blinks the light

and dooms the sun

curse-like plight

and there's nothing I have done

no way out

I'm stuck in such a dream

where fairy tales too

end in screams

once, my sorrow

struck my mind

and then i

began to write

a spooky spanky poem

written in atrocious tears

and as you read the tone

all seems so queer

but if it never would've betided

I won't have this legend

for me to write and you to read

the dirt of this gem!