My Battle

The sun sinks down and ends the day
and yet begins my own.
For when the world lays down its head,
I can see what I have sown.

Growing wild are the weeds
nourished by my fear
to forevermore do the same
yet nothing year by year.

All that I love, I push and lose
to pull nearer what I hate.
I breathe it in and cry out
for control over my fate.

Hindered by my own two hands,
I long for my own heart
chained up in the bonds of time
takes also time to part.

And so I want and so I fade
into the fog of night.
Waiting, searching once again
for my sun to rise in sight.