AN EPILOGUE

I am afraid of what tomorrow holds,
And if I am prepared to face it,
Cautiously I watch the future unfolds,
Trying to hide the fact that I fear it.
For the past has left little to be told
While the heart has no hope hidden in it.

Battered beaten and bruised the soul lies
With disappointment it heavily sighs
Its gleaming smiles turn to deafening cries
Having fallen from the shattering heights
All that is left is a life full of fright
Living in darkness far away from light
To conceal scars that tell a tale so wild
Wishing the world was coloured dull and mild.