Every day that goes by
Is a new tribulation
I feel out of place
From the world
From myself
The hours are inconsistent
Who I was is now in chains
Trapped in the shadows of who I am
Who I want to be
Keeps just out of reach
Nothing is where its supposed to be
That which in times gone
Used to bring pleasure
Is now reduced
To a fleeing distraction
The space that surrounds me
Is nothing but a sterile vastness
All I have left
Are the memories
Of all I lost
Of my guilt
Of my corrections
My flaws
And virtues
Of the intoxicating joy
Of the pain and agony
And the eluding hope
Of waking to your kiss
Not asked for
Given