The world feels gray, a blurry haze,
Each breath I take, a painful maze.
Tears fall down like endless rain,
Washing away the joy, the gain.
Will I always be crying?
Is this my fate, my endless sighing?
A heavy heart, a broken soul,
Lost in a void, beyond control.
The sun shines bright, but I can't see,
Only shadows, haunting me.
Hope's flame flickers, weak and low,
Will it ever burn, I don't know.
The laughter of others, a distant sound,
A melody lost, I can't be found.
My tears they fall, a constant flow,
Will this pain ever cease, I don't know.

© matthewwwebster