Son of sorrow

What demons are these, that dwell within, 
No mercy of mind, my peace declined, 
My days are dark, my nights are gloom, 
There's no light here upon this room, 
No space to think, I sink into, 
A deep dispair I can not repair, 
Life as I knew it, I know it nomore, 
In my mind many battles one hundred or more, 
I search for the light to scatter the shadows, 
Break free of these shackles my many of sorrows, 
It's gripped and embrassed me, and I bear it all, 
For I am sorrow, son of sorrow. 

R Thompson