a war in my heart, a battle for my soul

There’s a sinking sadness in my heart that burns me to the core
This emptiness is filled with my thought of rage and war
War on life and war on strife and war on lack of meaning
The tools I use to fight this war are all a bit deceiving
Though easy to escape these things for momentary times
Much harder is to find the root of all this pain of mine
For sadness is insidious and comes from many things
And often what will heal the wound appears of bitter sting
So ponder on your pain with wisdom lest it be mistook
And treat your life with love and care lest it be forsook