The Winter of my soul is here.
My heart is frosted o’er with fear
Of regrets regarding yesteryear.
If the pains were only less.
I close my eyes to wish away
Some thoughts that scream to stay and stay
And possess my life, and confuse my days.
If only there was gentleness.
Pain jumps up to lunge at me.
An ignorant fool too blind to see
Some passions bound will others free
My spirit in its wilderness.
Hope obscured and betrayed by grief
Once was trust, gave no relief.
My ship at sea has rammed the reef
Of despair in all its singleness.
The lights turn dark and reason lies
As ideals fail and slowly die.
Tears rise up and I cry out why.
The lonely injured weep alone.