“A sad soul can kill you quicker, far quicker, than a germ,” John Steinbeck once wrote. He was right.
A sad soul is the weight I bear each day,
It drags me down to depths I cannot flee,
It steals my joy, and leaves me in dismay,
And shatters all the dreams I hoped to see.
I feel its grip, relentless and so strong,
It saps my strength, and leaves me feeling weak,
I try to fight, but it feels like I'm wrong,
And with each step, I'm getting more and more bleak.
The tears I shed cannot convey the pain,
That grips my heart and shatters all I know,
And in my darkest moments, all in vain,
I seek a light that will not let me go.
Oh, how I wish to ease this heavy load,
And find the peace that has eluded me,
But in the end, I fear it's a lonely road,
That leads me to the end, where I'll be free.
And so I pray for solace and release,
And hope to find the light that brings me peace.