My mind is in its sense of shame,
As I physically go down this hole in vain,
Buried by this weight of the unknown,
The gift is the saddest part of this shroud,
When hell breaks loose above,
I am not safe in the depths below as I strafe,
Losing control of this fight,
My wings fail me as they take off in to the sun,
up, up and away,
I missed the days when opportunity beckoned to me,
Can I cry when I have been so denied?
Softly, I walk away,
The darkness remains,
Tomorrow we try again.