Whispers of Despair

Spiraling down the old forsaken road, Oh, the dirt—the burdensome load! Can I not drift, afloat on a boat? This despair, a weight I never sought. Mind awake with dreams unfulfilled, Hope decays with each passing beat. Noises loud, yet silence lingers— Does this path lead to eternal defeat? Life walks hand in hand with the night, Does spring not spread its golden light? The sun stands high, yet shadows reign. Must I trudge on with a heart so tight? Lead me, I pray, O spirits divine, From the wicked ways of mortal design. Lest with impurity my fate be cast, Refine my soul—pure, free, and vast.