Lately, my days have been fading.
To see a brightness from any sun or star would make my life the greatest.
I've felt a little more sore with each storm,
It changes,
The ways I see and feel about my own self daily.
I carry with me, a seed of darkness.
But whether I plant this seed or throw it over my shoulder, I can't decide lately.
The soreness from within me,
Has taken a deep tole within relations.
The ones I love around me,
Can't seem to make the pain end.
I sorely wake each morn' with more hate then happiness.
Trapped within a box,
Of lonely daydreams and no patience.
All that I own surrounding me, making me anxious.
When will this sorely storm exceed what I am made of?
I tell myself each day that hope will soon be reignious.
Yet every day I wake,
I'm starving for some changes.
This sorely walk of life has ceized all meditation.