Treacherous Winds of Despair

He walked through life
blinded by the folds he himself had put on
dreaming meaningless dreams
unaware, and all alone
but he strolled on
thoughtless of what lay ahead
and his body, Cadaverous, pale like the dead
he smiled atlast,
knowing he wouldn’t have to live for long
emptiness, nothingness was all he used to cry
engulfed in the treacherous winds of despair
the fool didn’t even try.