This agony in me

inhabits the core of my heart

My soul wonders;

will there be a helping hand?

Reaching out to free me

from this dark abyss I call home…

Perplexed by the complexities within me,

my eyes cry like a wax dripping from a candle.

I was never taught to question,

so I just sleep with a wet pillow

soaked in my sorrows.