My world became an ugly place
Overcome with sadness and pain
Hopeless and helpless reared their face
The search for the toxin in vain
So it tortured my mind on end
So it racked my body each day
No compassion to make it mend
Defeated, I'd nothing to say
They had argued my fragile fear
They even mocked my honest word
So I searched for a dark place near
Where my screams wouldn't be heard
A gentle soul listened for me
He followed the sorrowful sound
Whispering the truth as a plea
My lost has a chance to be found
Just a still, small glimmer of hope
A shred of faith, perhaps to heal
Words empowering me to cope
Only you could see this is real
©S. Aistin Vincoski