Selfish Soul

Yeah...It's kinda depressing...give me a break, it's been a while...

"You're nothing good to us," they said.
I'm beginning to fear they are right.
These chains are forged of emotion;
They keep me where I am.
But even if the Key was in reach,
Would I stretch out my hand?
For you could arrive in chariots of fire
And I would not but raise my head to look,
Because these faults have turned to truths
And bear down upon my soul.
These hours are not the healing kind;
They pass by slow and wistful.

One day this selfish soul will give birth to joy.