Lonely hours

My ink is flowing out of paper a flooded sea,
Words are too heavy for the sheets,
Truth sinks in my lonely afternoon,
Peeping in the moments of lost happiness,
Forgotten souls burn inside me screaming past,
Steam rolling on my memories,
Someone's else gold its for someone to hold,
It's not my worth you are not mine you told,
The eyes say otherwise but I am pushed out,
Falling in deep the loss is all mine to bare...