Weltschmerz

As a child,

I was filled with hope

an endless supply of aspiration

and dreams of the future.

Blissfully unaware

of the obscurities of the world.

I believed in faeries

and the Loch Ness monster.

I practiced award show

speeches in mirrors

that didn’t betray me then.

The world grew older

and I grew colder.

As my bones began to ache,

my thoughts joined them in pain.

I wrapped myself in the sorrow of the world,

No comfort for my soul.

Six feet under all my hopes and dreams,

I wonder if anyone will hear

the bell on my gravesite.