In the chill of morning
By moonlights warming glow
In the dead of night calm
To mid-days to and fro
Nothing really changes
Nothing comes or goes
My daily existence
Like the tide ebbs and flows
Within this tired body
Within this confused mind
I battle for a future
I fight the daily grind
I guess I'm just plain lazy
I guess I'm just too weak
To do what is required
To let my demons speak
Trapped inside and muted
Those voices have their say
I alone can hear them
Tis a price I deem to pay
Torment myself with anger
Force feed myself with pride
Thinking when it was
Something inside me died
When did the flame expire?
Where did the fire go?
When was tomorrow stolen?
I'm the hero I'm the foe
Wild dreams have died forever
There's a weight that's pressing down
Given up on forward planning
Sold my tickets to the show
I hate the mirror's reflection
I loathe the man inside
I wake with him each morning
There's nowhere left to hide
I'd cry were tears the answer
I'd scream to make him see
It's a simple fact of life so true
All the shit is down to me
So I wallow in self pity
Tell no one things aint' well
I shower to cleanse the outside
Live with the inner smell
I paper over cracks
Smile and say hello
Sink further into somewhere
I never thought I'd go…..
Bill Smith
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deeper/
