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
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