Miserable

Never ever it occurs to you,
But darkness swallows you whole.
Dark in the darkest corners of mind,
It does burns up the soul.
Words and actions benign and mild,
All go up in vain.
Feelings like a less cared child,
Left high and dry in rain.
Malice and avarice inside the heart,
Drips vitriol from the tongue.
And burns a hole straight through the heart,
Miserable it feels from pole to pole.
A touch of love, a sprinkle of respite,
Is all that I want despite.
Fresh and mild like morning dew,
I wish no pain, I wish no fright.