Weary Soul
WEARY SOUL
The walls in my mind barricade me within myself
Stripping me of everything worth anything to me inside
All of my knowledge, all my power, and all of my wealth
Leaves me with nothing; respect, compassion, love, dignity, or pride
As the years crawl near -- to where I'll forever be
Strapped and chained inside myself -- this evil Pandora's lock-box
Every sense snuffed from me; taste, hear, smell, touch, and see
Somewhere inside my mind -- all new windows and doors remain locked
The walls moan and shift higher and higher and higher each day
Travelling through this nightmareish, suffocating maze
Leaves me with no voice in my throat to simply say
As life's inches creep on, the levels get deeper and deeper with haze
The air grows colder -- my lungs begin to lock
Suffocating against the syncronicity of this Universe
The walls climb higher and higher -- soon they begin to block
But they've robbed my voice inside to even ruthlessly curse
The blackness arises out of this abyss in the night
The animals and demons devourishly prowl
No adrenaline left inside to initiate the emotion "fright"
Selfishly they poison my visions now
Stuck in this circle of walls that trancend me
And all the failed relationships that spoiled and rot
All the ounces of blood I will forever continue to bleed
Everything that could be -- instead life has a plot
All the beginnings you start over and over again
All the faces you've met that have stayed or left
All of the individual souls -- you know, too -- have sinned
None of these friendships or relationships you've kept
All goes to waste -- when your life is lost
All provides NOTHING when your way is hazed
The lives that this Universe has cost
While lifeless bodies walk dreamingless in a constant daze
Alone you'll be -- when you can't see
Tired you'll become from walking in this repetitive square
So alone you'll sit and rest by a dead tree
You're so frustrated -- you could pull out all of your hair
As the hot tears roll down your cheeks
And the winds finally suffocate you to a whole
Remember all of your wasted weeks
And surrender your weary soul...
Copyright © Holly Knoles | Year Posted 2016
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