It hits, it hurts,
It's hell, and worse.
I build bridges, and barriers,
But none can carry my chariot.
A chariot, of pain,
Holding love, gone in vain.
I push open, every door,
But I'm awarded with losing score.
Every cell, palpitates,
As all close their gates.
Feels like I'm being buried alive,
While away they drive.
Like autumn leaves, I shed tears,
Turning my heart bitter, with winter years.
As from under the surface of the ice, I gaze,
The truth shocks me, with a tase.
What's done is done,
And I have to fight alone.
So as hope fades into the distance,
I still focus on its existence.
And I live, and I learn,
'Twas theirs, now it's my turn.