Staring without any aim above on the ceiling,
I just can't believe the way I'm feeling.
Lost and without respite in deep grief,
I wonder about my poor state in disbelief.
My tattered heart and scarred soul is beyond repair
And hopelessly I relented to my fate in quiet despair;
Of a hope that has given rise to a new begining
But which, to my disarray, is slowly thinning.
Grappled with fear and abandoned in confusion,
Of what is left as I try to avoid this confusion
I cry for what I know has now been lost
As I know all bridges have been crossed.
A prisoner of my own fate i have become
Trying to break free yet becoming more succumbed
With eyes full of tears and memories clearer than ever
Of which a precious part of me i will not be able to sever.