A Poem for You

Poem I wrote a few days ago, thought it turned out interesting. As always, written while drunk.

I’ll never be known for great things
My life - a lowly loveless lesson
For those that seek exalted wings
To soar above the arid basin
Of desert landscape sand dune dead
Men whose purpose was to serve
A warning to those who’d heed the dread
Of life worth nothing but to curve
A portion of the solid Earth
With smiling corpse of great content
While smoldering in hell’s unholy Hearth
All promise and hope long since spent
With rotten pennies in gutters lost
Blackened by dark forest moss
Onto tracks of freight trains tossed
Abandoned by the factory boss
Acid baths will cleanse our souls
Basic elemental holes
Fill with the oblivions
Of the light of distant suns
Time is distant and supreme
Its gaze an ever-present gleam
Its glare an awesome sightless bore
Staring to indifferent lore
Of a passage long forgot
Of men whose minds content to rot
Long bereft of sense or sight
We fail to see the sinking light
On horizons out of mind
With thoughts impossible to find.