Perplexity Of The Woods

I was at a regretful time blind,
Shallow and closed.
In the mind,
Sensor receptors overflows.
The right paths I find,
Only lead the way to lost.
Eyes will see if there given a sign,
But the fixated focus can leave them forever crossed.
Lift up the tired bag of bones,
And take me from this gripping throne.
The condemning of my home,
Words thrown like sticks and stones.
So I pray,
Sending signals in the air.
In high hopes lay in wait,
That god will see my flare.
My rescue parties will nightly abate,
As I leave my body to fate of the nocturnal care.
For iam the only one to answer to myself,
Even through the frustrations of sad and loneliness iam not there.
As I give in spirit wills,
Something pushes for me to be carried on.
Dragged through thickening forests and up endless hills,
One minute here one moment past forever gone.