Sorrows

I have fallen in my sorrows.
I wonder if their mine?

Dark corridors of mortar
I question where is time?

Grasping walls for meaning
they melt within me now

Here was wisdom
but now I sense death
pounding now within my breath

I see my blood spilling on the floor
my eyes are gleaming as if for more

This is not me
it can not be
I must of gone away.

I look up, the sky is brown.
Colors mean nothing
they never were found.

Someone speaks, the words are blurred.
I ask for direction or if any was known.