Sorrow courses through my veins
From my heart where self-doubt reigns
I do not want to face tomorrow
With its promise of fresh pains
I can’t stand this constant sorrow
Choking me in iron chains
And dragging me through icy seas
Of anguish through which I cannot row
And tossing me on ragged knees
Onto a shore of miseries
Sometimes I feel that I will drown
In tempests of my own design
Or in serotonin ups and downs
Raging in my shadowed mind
In this state I cannot see
How to row to safer shores
Or drain the sorrow from my veins
Or feel at peace with life once more
But was I ever truly well?
Or is that the past I wish to see?
As I hear the tolling of the bell
Of my desperate heart and destiny
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 1:08 AM UTC
Sorrow courses through my veins
From my heart where self-doubt reigns
I do not want to face tomorrow
With its promise of fresh pains
I can’t stand this constant sorrow
Choking me in iron chains
And dragging me through icy seas
Of anguish through which I cannot row
And tossing me on ragged knees
Onto a shore of miseries
Sometimes I feel that I will drown
In tempests of my own design
Or in serotonin ups and downs
Raging in my shadowed mind
In this state I cannot see
How to row to safer shores
Or drain the sorrow from my veins
Or feel at peace with life once more
But was I ever truly well?
Or is that the past I wish to see?
As I hear the tolling of the bell
Of my desperate heart and destiny
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