Seeking Wrongly

Crippled to my knees, bowing my head, the rain pours over my offerings, as blood runs from my head. Tears mix well with the substances and neither pain nore happiness will register. Staring at the picture of my loves, I swear to them I'd do anything, Oh how I miss them So! Carry on a whispered urge, but it is not my wish. I wish to be with those dear to me, on a summer set of always busy, and yet it seems I cannot be for I am lost except to thee, whom is my very dearest pain. My heart that pines for the past, when the future grins so bleak.