I'm a closed book,
A hopeless project,
Pitiful sight to look at.

A bottomless hole of despair,
An endless tunnel of distress,
Not even a shred of happiness to spare.

Lost in my own loneliness,
Drowning in my own pain,
A terrible feel of numbness.

What if its all in my head?
A way for my demons to win,
Taking control of my will.

Uncertainty creeps in,
The walls, mirror reflects,
A hopeless image.

Wishing all this were unreal,
A farce, they laugh,
When I attempt a smile.

Feelings of defeat,
Could I ever prevail?
Beat them at their game?

Trying, not sure of the results,
But I'm hopeful ,
that my will can carry me.

© Ebby