By The Lake
As I sit here by the lake,
All I want is peace.
Peace of mind. Peace in my soul.
The pain inside to cease.
I hear the drumming of the rain-
it's rhythmic symphony.
I see the raindrops on the glass
like tears welling inside of me.
I feel the need to cry, to cleanse-
But to my eyes tears do not come.
I feel them fighting for release.
But still they have not won.
This melancholic feeling,
has got me in it's grip.
I try so hard to get away-
but deeper in I slip.
The darkness overwhelms me-
and in my heart I feel
this pain that's all consuming-
for my soul I let you steal.
(Seneca Lake 3-26-2010)