Always the Night There

A journal-style verse, written in a moment of reflection on life, despair, and humans.

Men, I deduced, are but a pathetic race plaguing whatever is good and valuable

Life, I Inferred, is just to be liven because it's given to me

Nor any mortal lit a fire,

And no setting incited a hope inside me

Not that I was barren of any emotion

Only that I rode down the hill, very deep down

So deep that it was always the night there

Author's Note

Please ignore grammar/technicalities. I’d love feedback on the tone, imagery, and emotional effect.