I find no solace these days.
The pain that has tormented me from my past shows no sign of relenting in
my future. The images that have been
burned into my soul are as vivid today as they were when I first laid gaze on
their horrid miss happenings. I have
danced in the fiery blaze of hells inferno, and walked away, but did not escape
un-scorched by the flames. I have lost the feeling that I once cherished, the
sensations that define a human and make a man.
Love, trust, faith: these are all lost somewhere on the roads I have
traversed. They have been replaced by a jaded melancholy that engulfs my soul,
and in that, the man that I would become.
I have seen the arrival and loss of so many that I am numb to the
elation or distress that those moments would have previously elicited from me.
I stand before the mirror, and the image that reflects there is empty and cold,
the eyes lacking depth, the face lacking a luster, and the music that once
echoed, now long silenced, where the empty shell of an existence has replaced
the reflection of a man once vibrant with life. I am a prisoner of a past that I could not
control, and a future I cannot foretell. This life entombed me, and in the
darkness of the hell that I have created I have lost my way.
