Lost in the swirling vapors of life,
Wading through struggles and strife.
Trudging alone day by day,
Just trying to find my way.


A life without purpose, so sad to see,
Worse even yet, that way to be.
Living each day in darkness and gloom,
Trapped inside my lonely room.


The darkness that encompasses me,
Hidden away, so no one can see.
Has become my private dungeon,
I remain inside, unable to roam.


I wrestle with demons for my sanity,
With the memories of what I used to be.
I fight daily with the creeping doubt,
That from my prison I will ever get out.


Battle weary, bruised and scarred,
My once bright spirit has been marred.
I do what it is I can,
But I am just a shell of a man.


Useless and worthless seems to be,
The truest words to describe me.
From all I was or ever could be,
Now it is pitiful to be me.


© Lynn Harris