"My Prison"

 
I have survived.
A prison not made of stone,
But of flesh and bone.
I keep fighting
The neverending pain;
The doubts in my brain.
I have falling
Because of my heart
And soul torn apart.
I have lashed out
Against my wife.
The joy in my life.
I try to believe
There is a cure.
To live once more.
I'm holding on
To a glimmer of hope
Even when I mope.
I am pushing on
For I still believe
And refuse to grieve.