Why

So many questions plague me these days

What hope have I?

A man under a curse

One that sees no light

No lifting

The sun rises only to taught me

The moon silently mocks me

The earth has gone cold to me

The sky no longer holds me

I am trapped in this purgatory

A lame hell 

With no name

An existence that is merely a stain

Of a full shell

Of a sound mind and body

A man with a chin

An aura built from within 

But not I, 

I feel like nothing

Like an artist 

With unsteady hands 

I only sit and ask,

Why?