I Said To Myself

A thought is born from within No cure surely is a sin And yet the matter is simply this What is it that is your bliss Do not throw away the inner self To be aborted and stored upon a shelf And yet the voices beyond these walls Sing louder and louder. Louder they call The problem unanswered is not solved If only then to know how these evolve So much easier this case would be But no it is harder for you and I to see Questions. Answers. Questions you see More questions than answers given to me Self-pity is no solution only the worst Do not allow these feelings to become the curse Wretched fatigue may also add Unto the environment already bad Tears of sorrow may temporarily help the matter But only to run out and not to flatter Among whom can be asked for help No one for this cannot be dealt By one or two or three or none Only I can solve it for only I am the one Whose inner thoughts are being bound That with one time could not be found Now they wish only to be heard But by whom and in how many words