Weary Battles

Sometimes I get so weary

Faint of heart from the battles

That rage deep within

I close my eyes

To see the images again

Pressed to my soul

Bound with the tears of my grief

With a sigh of utter defeat

I pull my world in around me

Seeking the darkness

That comforts my tormented soul.

I look in the mirror and see

Grief's ravages upon my face

And my loneliness torments me

Yet still I close my eyes

In desperate hope

And deep longing

To really finally be free.