Pain, disappointment, and lost love block my vision. Stubble block after stumble block, I plummet further into this dark void.

Light is known not to my eyes nor my heart. Years pass as I sit with my head between my feet and tears in my eyes. Pain so great I know not where I sit.

Sad music, sad songs, sad poems, and pain I see, I listen, I watch upon day by day. All known to me is disparity, yet you see none. I break apart day by day, hoping for one day to receive a hand.

Look upon the sky; I see you sitting upon your pedestal, crying tears of pain for who I have become. Tears you shed in abundance, for you know not who I am now.

Promises I make to you mean nothing. Promises we shared before you had your final breath stripped away from your earthly body. Promises mean nothing; life is drained from them.

I listen to humans speak about prosperity over pain, yet my eyes are fixated on my feet, so I do not stumble once more. Yet I stumble once more, pain once more attracted to who I am.

I place armour to protect me. To save my heart, to save my blood, yet still fail. Armour fades away piece by piece as I fall to the ground, now immobile. I wear gear to help, yet it helps not; I shield, yet it shields none.

Poems I speak through to help preserve this armour of mine. Yet it helps not, yet it decays at an impensable rate. One day hopefully, this poem finds a soul to shield itself from the world.

So I write piece by piece, line by line. Yet views it see none, the sun it is hidden from. So I write with faith, it one day with a shield.