The Words of Anguish

Surrounded by my past, I have discovered a lot. I have discovered at last The anguish of loss in my chest. This anguish is all that I've got. Surrounded by this gloom, I only want to break through. I only want thoughts to bloom Like weeds by a foreigner's tomb. He fought for the word, proven true. Surrounded by this mist, I have apparently drown. I have apparently missed The time that still runs through my fists. My anger could burn it all down...