Unlike the cry that pierces its way inside
Coming out from the mere thought of no life
Only knowing to well you must trudge on alone
Whispers, although loud as they were not seen
And through all the muttle was just a small glimmer of real
Yet beyond the grasp of why for and what now..
Unanswered entirely and never again questioned..
I must then step back and focus on the fear
That seeps out from my soul,
Unseen by all and no doubt of the silent pain heard
but not felt, only to be unnoticed..
And so it lives and breathes of my essense
Offering no silver lining and that is life as I live it..
It is truth that I speak but only unto myself
For noone else will hear of such nonsense.
Silently I grope in the darkness for
just one more chance to see the light..
Will it come? If it does, it will not escape again...