A Sonnet To Sorrows.

There is no more to talk about it seems.
Even when I'm dying in my dreams.
And holding onto my memories.
Shutting doors that never leave.

Silence swallows whole this place.
Aching wrists I can't retrace.
A shattered wound I can't replace.
Nothing more to embrace.

Hollow beats inside my shell.
Nothing more, just burning hell.
Try as I might to become well.
Remember times before I fell.

Succumb to sorrows I leave untold.
Death of the seasons to unfold.