Mental Cell

And I say to myself, I am the fulcrum of my sadness
But I can't seem to crawl out of this funk, it seems
These days envelopes my spirit in a web of despair
I somehow feel infected by saturating
Stagnant pools that surrounds me with every aspect of my short comings.
I hold my head in my hands alone in the dark recess of my mental
cell,I can not find my way through this maze,
I'm lost in my confusion, feeling quite abandoned
By the sorce of my obsession.
I am but a slave in servitude to the desires of my heart,
Nothing matters save for what I yearn.

Uphill is this battle I wage though half-heartedly,
There's something comforting in the misery,I've gotten
So accustom to the ever present feeling of gloom,
That anything else seems cumbersome.

It was beautiful, none can deny, but when the
Seasons changed it also brought goodbyes.

                 Sabbath