The Human Condition-

I know this is not a love poem, but i welcome your cririsism, is my first poem.---------------------------------

I sit here and wait, in a web of lies,
Of other places I fantasize..
A gossamer of cries, I hear a voice, of an innocent,
A devil in disguise.
And then I think, what is the point in living, if weâ??re all doomed to die?-
Surely a figure of pure good will be waiting,
Towering above the sky,

But then I think, no. Why should that happen?
Why should something be waiting for us?

A picnic, a party, happiness, love, murder, hate,-
Examples worthy of the human state,
With these, we are,
Full of nothingness,
Another blank page,
A kingdom of colossal disgrace.

I sit again, fantasizing,
Of other worlds, Eden, other planets, other galaxies,
I feel overwhelmed,
But at that, I feel,
Eternally alone, at the irreplaceable damage,
Of the human race.