My tears do fall as rain on glass,
as when storms beat against the pane.
Heart held shrouded, torments of the past.
Life offers nothing which I can gain

Somber pall envelops me now,
my mind wrenched from the door.
Never know just when or how,
I'll find the key upon the floor.

Hidden among thoughts scattered about.
Beneath self worth and loathing.
There the key lies molding, rusting, with doubt,
while those around me, remain unknowing.