Face of life

The Silent Face,

The Active Life,

The Lack of Grace,

The Lack of Light,

The Endless Phase,

Of a Turbulent Flight

Hard to Phrase,

But Simple to Cite…

Frustrations as Base,

Aggressions at Fright…

Running low on Will,

But High in Might…

Life seems a Blur,

Everything seems White,

Lost in each Direction,

Can’t tell wrong from Right…

Seem lost during the Day,

And in the darkness of the Night…

My virtues now Low,

Used to be at their Height…

I begin to feel Numb,

As I bear every Bite…

Within my own self now,

I start to pick a Fight…

I feel I can’t breathe,

The walls seem so Tight…

I think I just Fainted,

Lost every ray of Light…

Then I wake up each morning,

Hopin’ the day will be Bright…

Dissapointed yet Again,

I stare as far as my Sight…

Then I say to myself,

One day it’ll all be awriiiite…