Traversed roads of loneliness
Prove as a poor companion.
Shrouded in the mind's darkness,
Moods lurk toward destruction.

Gravitation to this plight,
One seeks joyless contentment.
How pitiful is this sight
Of one's pain and resentment.

For such self-serving sorrow,
Proves to serve no man at all.
Seeking solace in a foe
Who sets up one for a fall.