Beginning yet no end

Lost so lost, in whirlpools of emotion

mind in a muddle, lost in the overwhelming commotion

Life, is it supposed to get easier?

no, it doesn't

it gets worse, like a landslide, devastating everything in it's destructive path

what once was, no longer is

surety a luxury no longer afforded to some

all because of time, yes, brutal, destructive time

yet in in the dark recesses of night, when one contemplates

all one feels, is loneliness so smothering

like breath been robbed from one's body

not even that final merciful breath that one is entitled to remains

as faith, hope and all positive intention slowly wanes

yes it wanes, slowly, painfully, clawing all the while

at one's conscience, ripping through what is left of one;s already fragile heart

leaving a traumatized soul all but recklessly torn apart

this knows no end, yet there was a beginning and a middle

words these days offer little if no comfort at all

perhaps if actions were sincere on an outsiders part

things would not seem so hopeless, so bleak

perhaps, yes just perhaps some hope would start to seep through

to the numb, lost soul, shining a much needed light

taking with it that constant need to always take flight

when faced with the next hurdle, the next task

perhaps it is in this light this soul should once again bask.