poems of the past

voice with no answer

I hear the echo and
hate the sound
As I call out for help
I'm never found

I confide in my heart
but there's only a hole
I try to be strong but
I'm losing my soul

The warmth I once felt
has begun to melt
And the emptiness
swallows me whole

I smile but cry with
tears in my eyes
And I feel myself
losing control

I want to keep fighting
but the body is weak
The will is gone and
my mind is bleak

My mind is in tatters
it's batterd and bruised
My heart is a wreck
from all the abuse

I wipe my eyes dry cause
I cannot cry and I try
to lay down for some rest

I'll keep on fighting and try my best
And keep on clinging to
what life I have left