Huddled into littleness of Self

Huddled into littleness of Self,
surrounded by the shades of whispered fear,
lost between the broken child of pain;
hung upon the cross of shadowed mind.
Drifting through the halls of memory,
holding on to all that's ever been,
wandering through corridors of loss;
searching for the heart which must be healed.
Looking into hollowed rooms of thought,
reaching out to touch sad, sour belief,
breathing deeply into night's dark day;
knowing that in time it too shall pass.