Dreary Soul

There are many a times i ponder my death, Dallying when it shall come to collect my debt, In the cavernous depths of my weary soul, I wait and watch to pay the toll. Bottles of tears I've collected, Bottles more to go, Soundless and sleepless lo the faces pass and go, Yet i stand blatant ,to face my fears and sores. Taking its leave, Stranded with guilt unseen, I patiently yearn, For the page to turn. Loathing... Hating .. Awaiting.. Pining..