Tormet Of Life

Sharp as a spear,
Straight as an arrow;
Onto my heart inner,
Hits the deep sorrow.

Twisting and turning,
Late into the dark night;
It’s nothing but a burning,
Deep inside my heart.

Moments of happiness,
Now a part of my past;
Re-run in the deep recess
Of my heart, now all lost.

Time is the best healer,
Say the very wise;
But it just gets deeper
As I pay the price.

My torment has all the might,
Rendering me wholly numb;
As I search that ray of light
To deliver me from my tomb.