Losing one's soul

Lost and lonely, thoughts tumble in turmoil without
Direction or purpose.
Thoughts once believed lost to the recesses of time.
Memories that haunt without compassion or reason
Save one.
Devour my soul...

Choosing this I've been accused.
Blamed for uncontrollably twisting in pain and
Pleading for relief, or at least diversion.
Sweet respite, longed for however fleeting, but she
Is a rare bird that flies at the slightest noise.
And I cannot stop screaming.

The crowding of accusations and failures block out
The sunshine of a helpful word offered.
No light can penetrate where the shroud is complete.
No warmth on my face to sooth the loss of love.
No family for the broken,
Abandoned.