Traveling through the wraithfields

Traveling through the wraithfields
Fleeting faces, and unending pain.
Daylight of darkness yearns for the
night to come, when all that flees
into shadow reveals itself to me.

Why did I listen to the dark voices?
Can I no longer resist because I am weak,
or am I weak because I can no longer resist?

Hope is but a few footsteps away,
and yet I feel as though I tread the
path of distruction into oblivion.

Which way can I turn, when every direction
is ringed with dispair, whose sharp edges
rend my soul and leave it to stand alone,
Naked and bereft, for all to witness?