Torn down

A poem

    Life has torn me down,
    like a long forgotten fence that housed the sheep of my dreams;

    Such a strange place to find hopelessness I thought to myself on a summer day,
    clearly there was more to life than this,
    a mere trip one place to another unhappily telling myself that it will improve,
    I will triumph.

    but god!

    those deep desert skies of shades of white and red do not warrant artificial flavors
    constantly wondering if this feeling is a forever,
    am I doomed to feel it as long as I exist?
    
    When did I not love it!
    how was it due that I could not receive the same feelings?
    where on earth was it said a few must be unhappy and the rest can live unbounded
    to suffering?

    Where did I ask for it?
    I do not believe it was in my paperwork or on my resume,
    take the knife of fate and stab over and over because there seems to be no reason sometimes.

    I even have imaginations of happiness clouded by the futility of reality,
    What kind of being am I then?