abyss

In this abyss of my mind
I find that I am well-defined
as someone who can never be
free of the thought that - in this sea
of life - there's right and then there's wrong.
So trying to sing a different song
is useless. But no fear, no despair,
I have forgotten how to care
about the birds and the trees
(these are but distant memories)
The pain that I now choose to bear
Is of the most uncommon fare
My soul is lost - not to be found;
not here, not there, nor underground
Echoing hollows is all you find
in this abyss that is my mind.