Analysis of Desperation

Shell and snail, your memoirs so deep,
Repudiate, to a pool I weep;
Sun may not, in my heart you peep,
Seeds sown, nature may not let me reap.

Height of despair, nature and God I curse,
As staunch, let joy loop my purse;
Moon to moon, wholeheartedly I pray,
You fade, my soul dissipate like whey.

Battle I nature, in conscience court,
Demean and anchor, like a moat;
Desperate prayers, don't kick a boot,
Prostrate, hang no knife on this scapegoat.