Lost Long Ago

In the darkness of my soul

Lies a faint light that shimmers

That only brightness

Is the only grip of sanity I hold.

Had there been more good

I would have been glowing

From the inside with delectation.

My hope has died away into a shriveled tree

Its roots struggling to thrive

In whatever sustenance is spared;

Drying my heart into a thin shell of nothingness.

My savior is no more...

I cannot be relieved

From this slow death that is wearing me away.

The being I seemed to trust the most

Has forever made my desire

Be to wallow in the depths of melancholy.

I would have been replete with joy

Had it not been for the torment

My mortal self had been made to surpass.

I have turned into a cold winter wind

Sadly crying out for something lost long ago...