An ever present agitation looms
And anger boils deep within the soul
Trapped, smothering in this dark tomb
Existence no longer mine to control
Life spirals so quickly out of our grasp
Leaving us breathless, used, and spent
Trying to move on from the pain of the past
The present has you shackled with its tight grip
The future I long to change
Make things different and gay
Happiness my mind will portray
But will I ever see the day
~SS