The Cackle

My grievances await atonement, but it never arrives

I continue to battle the monsters inside.

These macabre beasts from the infernal grave

Lash out and unleash unbridled rage.

With fangs sharper than diamond and tough as steel

They inflict wounds that will never heal

My efforts are used to seek understanding

Even then I approach deep despair.

The challenges of life are so demanding

I waver with one wish: that you were there.

As I stumble clutching my heart's canyon

I’m entangled in a cage of unrest.

Hopelessness is my only companion

It cackles at my loneliness.