The sooner I finish with this life 

The better,

I once enjoyed life

And living, 

But circumstances change.

My life

Has turned 

Into slush and mud,

Things once well defined

Have crumbled into shapelessness,

Feelings of optimism 

And what was a buoyant spirit

Have gone.

All that was good

Is shrouded history,

Contemporary life

An endless stretch of sadness,

Melancholy has supplanted joy

Effervescence has evaporated, 

Replaced by bitter waters.

My life is an empty shell

Of despair and hopelessness.

There is nothing positive,

Every day is embraced

In the midwinter 

Of an Arctic night.

I yearn ever more constantly

To depart the bondage of living

Crossing this chasm of emptiness 

To the other side.