Confessions of Sorrow

Time is a wicked enemy when there are things to be said.
Fear and doubt reach my soul in the dark night as I lay in bed.
I fear of losing the one person I have left to watch over each day.
And I doubt that through this dark hour my torn heart will stay.

So many dark memories mixed in my mind seem to bind me.
I call for help from the ones that care yet they just don’t see.
That pain is relevant to my weary conscious as each moment slides.
I had a love that was supposed to last and in it I did not hide.

Sorrow seems to be the only path worthy enough for my soul.
Emptiness is all that I feel and it starts to take its harsh toll.
Mind and body I grow tiresome and wish to somehow start new.
I hope to find my ray of light so that she may guide me through.