Silent suffering and agony alone I weep
There is no hide away in the hours I sleep
The eyes that burn of bazing fire
Indeed my body for the evening shall retire

Yet what is rest and relaxation?
Eternally it does not exist, thou shall it never be a destination
Only temporary things soothe the mind
One thing I need for now does not exist, no search warranted to find

This cave and many mountains that surround
Keep me with care and humilty, forever to stay earch bound
May the reminder be served with a story
There is no room for greed and inner glory

The simplest things cause the greatest of joy
More than gold or a expensive toy
Peace and happiness for many can be overrated
In others shoes many do not know a world, it appears not related

Muscles are stiff and forever sore
No where near as dark and cold as the hearts core
For the past has crippled thee
The mind and body are never free

Money is burned like wood for fire
Everyone around me is a potential danger and a liar
Little to trust, yet to live on I must
This precious life will not be turned into dust

As the face may be pale and gaunt
The misery of life that may haunt
Words that remain and will never die
As we die by the morals we live by

Must march on one step at a time
As a second passes we are one less second near our prime
Inhale and exhale once more
Not knowing what the future that may loom in store

This is all I have for expression
Voice is irrelevant, as the spirit is full of depression
Im tired of hiding behind the inner me
Yet no one dares to try and help set me free