Schadenfreude

Doubt invades

the patchwork of my spotted mind

travels a million highways

none of which you can find.

 

Pain ensues

as the sun on skin

a familiar titillation

for it has always been.

 

Calamity stirs

in the depths of bone

my pulses fading beat

a lulling drone.

 

Ardor dies

like a frost-bitten Rose

for here in our garden

fondness never grows.