Trying to stay aloft while the pain crashes in waves.
Knowing there is no relief in sight,
No freedom from this bondage of pain,
No cure for the madness that haunts my every waking thought
And invades my dreams.
Is it really as hopeless as it seems?
Is this just this dreary defeat that so often overwhelms me?
It seems there must be something to look toward . . .
Something better over the horizon.
But with each new rising of the sun comes the same dread
The struggle just to get through the day,
And with the sun’s setting follows the terror of the night.
Even in dreams I am not free.
Even death holds no promise,
For fear this despair will follow me into Hell.