A Soul's Lament

Silent Yearnings

What is this, this ache I carry,
In shadows deep, it lingers, wary.
Am I alone in this hollowed land?
Who am I, to bear this brand?

What crime, what wrong did I once make,
To earn a life in constant ache?
A taste of hope, then tides that churn,
Why must success to ruin turn?

Once, my path was clear and bright,
But now I stumble, lost in night.
All I ask is what’s my own,
A place to breathe, a heart of stone.

Is it too much to want to be whole,
To yearn for peace, to heal my soul?
For my family, for those I love,
Is there not mercy from above?

What is the point of endless strife,
Of seeking purpose in this life?
Is there not a God, with heart and care,
Or have I fallen, left threadbare?

I didn’t ask for this to bear,
To feel the weight of pure despair.
And though I've walked with honor clear,
Each day, I feel the pull of fear.

Yet here I stand, with fractured pride,
Battling shadows that collide.
Still, in the silence, I dare to pray,
For light to guide my weary way.