The anger,
the fear,
the loneliness of this world,
trapped in darkness,
blinded by vanity,
staring coldly in the mirror,

Tears falling in the cracks of sadness
can't seem to find gladness,
refraining,
restraining one's self,
the ego,
way down to zero,

Tomorrow,
hoping,
trying to dope the mind,
praying that sunshine will rip through the clouds,
the shadows,
trapped in the meadows below,
clinging closely to the hillsides,

They just don't stop,
the ringing,
the bringing of doubt,
negative minds,
filled with despair....

Dayne Christopher