Gone

May I for all eternity cry
as the ghost of my past
creeps upon the night.
It surrenders -- at last.

The Lord ignores my plead
forever soundless guilt.
Yet my way he leads;
yet my soul he fills.

The sorrows of solitude
long again for her eyes
But I lack the attitude
to embrace a lonely life.

I must face the cause of words,
to free raging inner struggles,
attempt to believe in the world
and love the left behind rubble.