As I inscribe my thoughts, freezing my life at this time.
I lose grip of my world by each line.
Trusting nothing and nobody, including myself.
Only our creator knows the hand we've been dealt.
The silence in a room never seemed so loud.
I'd turn for help, but I'm just to proud.
Thoughts from the mind mixed with soul begin to creep.
Adolescence has passed, never imagined life so deep.
As a problem fades another is soon to arise.
Not even pride contains the wet in my eyes.
May not be financially struggling, but life's still in the hurt.
Childhood drama; past polluted with dirt.
Plenty of friends, why do I feel so alone?
Even with the bond we share, still slow to phone.
Stories would leave them with no tongue to speak.
Plus I wont accept pity, feeling it's a tactic too weak.
And I'll take every blow, I must stand strong.
Light at the end of every tunnel, no matter how long.
In the book of life you cant just skim through a chapter.
Got to finish this novel, if only I could get through this paragraph faster.
Walk with my head held high, ready for the upcoming.
Fear of unknowings sends the pulse beat drumming.
The storm inside may soon subside, leaving the sky clear.
I lead myself to trouble, externally standing strong, confining my tears.
Surpassing the depth of my soul, creating an internal flood.
Seeping into the heart, the beat silenced, ceasing the flow of blood.
Soul parts the playing field called flesh in defeat of this game.
Sent through holy gates to rest or sentenced the torturous eternal flame.
