I try to hide

From the truth

Screaming out

From inside

Dying to get out

Living a lie

Putting a pillow

Over the sleeping

Head of my soul

Muffling my voice

To a mumbled whisper

Nearly impossible to hear

Because I can't handle

What may come next

Staying on this path

Laid with blocks of deceit

As strong as if they were concrete

Waiting like quick sand

To swallow me at my next step

And I find I've become hollow

Unable to hear the background noise

With cotton stuffed ears

Believing what I perceive

But I've got tunnel vision

My peripheral escapes my sight

Trying to hide in shadows

And the dimness of night

Alongside the other

Vagabond souls

All terrified of the light,

We slip we lose our grip

Falling with every sigh.