Two and Twenty Misfortunes

Brilliance, a heart of gold
And a voice that whispers
"I am wholly miserable"He is the most miserable of men
Every word he speaks, reeks of failure
He has failed where others
Have succeeded threefold
This failure suffersWhat is a man
That is the source of his own misery
To face a lifelong nightmare
Of taunting dreams is unbearableWhat is this man
A dark prophet
A dark prophecySuffering knows no end
Nor does his appetite for it
Opt for the darkest corner and broodKeep closed your eyes
Keep turned your back
Tomorrow is deadTomorrow is dead
Today is the grave
Yesterday he secured a tombTime has been cruel
Why should time be any different than life
When tomorrow is deadHis shameHe will lie between
Resentment and regret
He shed his graceAs certain as a snake sheds its skin
Laid waste to a wealth of talent
His curse of being blessed with treasures
That just were not gold enoughHis endless misfortune