Silence In the Din

I am but a living corpse, Emaciated and flogged horse. See no light at the end of the tunnel, Seek poetry as a channel to funnel. Slogging all my life for everyone but me, Such a painful responsibility you see. Lady luck even refuses to give an appointment, Lament do I in deep disappointment. Death is not a solution, Don't let cowardice get from me ammunition. Need to look deep within, Need to find silence in the din.