Implode.

Betrothed to being egotistical
narcissistic and dumb
I wilt in this darkened corner
a loveless creature.

While my woes are small
and insignificant once it's passed
I shriek mutedly
in lonesome agony.

All of it stems from my own doing
this I understand.
But when submitted to suffering
I accuse Fate of ill will.

Staring heavenwards I search
for help, guidance, strength;
luck, clarity, sanity.
An answer to my silent plea.

All this is but the throes,
that precedes an inevitability
of which course I have no power
nor the sufficiency.

I walk in circles
around my failures, hoping
in vain that it would just end
quietly, peacefully.