The Words Of Anguish

Surrounded by my past,
I have discovered a lot.
I have discovered at last
The anguish of loss in my chest.
This anguish is all that I've got.

Surrounded by this gloom,
I only want to break through.
I only want thoughts to bloom
Like weeds by a foreigner's tomb.
He fought for the word, proven true.

Surrounded by this mist,
I have apparently drown.
I have apparently missed
The time that still runs through my fists.
My anger could burn it all down...