A Slave to Sorrow

A slave to sorrow I build these walls of defense high.
Wearily looking around the darkness in me I begin to sigh.
My strength has left me in this cold hour when I need you.
Trying to dig out of this hole, I don’t know what I can do.

Tears of misery leave a stain on these letters left unread.
Memories are all that I have left that replay in my head.
Leaving a trail of blood you look in all the wrong places.
Searching for her is hard as I begin to look at all the faces.

A lonesome soul left to wonder the world without a clue.
Answers are left hanging in the night wondering what to do.
No one’s by my side to guide me through these dark times ahead.
Each night I lie awake and realize I’m hanging on by a thread.

She is everything I want yet my heart cannot become attached.
So many wounds left exposed my heart has too many times been patched.
I pray for the pain to cease and live a normal life as best I am able.
But as I sit in a room of darkness, it all seems to feel like a fable.

How many more nights of darkness enshrouded can I survive?
With nowhere to run and no place left to hide I strive.
Strive to keep living on through this perilous journey I have created.
But until I find myself, forever more will my heart be stone plated.