There used to be this fire in your soul
I could see it in your eyes;
You thought you would grow old
This sorrow said to you “lies”;
The fire was put out by streams of water
Slipping silently down your face;
Your foundation gave way, falter
This line, blurred by your fall from grace;
A prison cell is now your home
The rodents, your only friend;
Far too cliche to say “you’re not alone?”
Your sandcastles were knocked down by the wind;
Disappointment gave way to depression
Depression lends itself to isolation;
This pain became an obsession
Your obsession fell prey to desolation;
Home is where the heart lives?
Home has never been so cold;
I thought love forgives?
At least that’s what I was told.