The gloom of the day does make it bleak
Lost and alone amid the storm and rain
Not yet renewal, the washing away of sins
Still sunk into the mess of years in pain
Slow moving might help the cascade of it
Or nothing might and in this hole you'll stay
Mud sucking the body down like quicksand
All the while you're screaming for an offered hand
Swallow you up, nothing left, a kiss goodbye
Might the pain go with it, we can only hope