Existential Despondency

What is the meaning of this thing called life It fills my soul with dread and mental strife Weakness of the morrows’ curse -The albatross I adorn The dread of tomorrow and what it’ll bring Will I ever taste the lack of suffering Anxiety paroxysm suffocates my brain -I feel the angst reign What am I Whom am I Where goest my mind When my time comes to die? The beautiful colors of the sky I try to touch Are figments of my longing I feel only the grayness of apathy now As the existential despondency dissolves my mind.