The Heart of a Sad Man

Exonerating eyes that yield Upon the eyes of cyclopes, Bemoaning and rancorous enigmatic As we think. Ponderously, I swim to nausea, Galloping to forever dream. I see life in gargantuan way, Neither the illusion of the majestic Enthralled and reverberating echo, Of thy thunderous anger, I fear. For this is the summation Of my grieve heart. In this way, I may die a loser, A beaten man. With pity and devouring rage To that sun, to that arrogant feisty sun. For this, I'm a rotten down-trodden Sad, sad, sad man.