Yield

 I yield

To the pain and the depression

To the power of my obsession

To the rage and aggression

To the death of my progression

I yield

When my resolve is pathetic

When I’m no longer sympathetic

When my heart Is apologetic

When  I ache for the empathetic

I yield

To be free of the wanting

To break away from the hurting

To cure my mind of the longing

To know why I’m undeserving

I yield

When I need a familiar face

When I’m feeling out of place

When hope has no trace

When love is in need of grace

I yield

To the hope tears wash away

To the belief good times stay

To let the tears fall as they may

To the dawn of a new day