work in progress

This life is a melancholy pill
it tastes of salted tears
of melancholy years
days gone by where no time can heal
an open wound that flows and peels
where outborn cries are swallowed whole
misplaced effort of tireless tolls
where weepy sorrow replaces a weary soul
burdens stack on top ten fold
when lives get lost among the chaos
screaming for help to apathetic ears
waves crash upon rationless fears
hope is clinging for a glimmer
trying to fight the closing dimmer
though faith may be strong
and resolve could be deep
but sometimes your struggling just to stay in beat