Death By a Pen: A Poem's Paradise

16. Tentative Weeps

Deep forests in the death of our minds
Haunting me in search for the light;
I need to find the truth, I need to find my light
In angst, I trick myself into inescapable plight.

There is a feast deep within these woods!
Is there a need to go so deep?
Should I wallow in pain and accept my fate
Or should I strive to write my own destiny.

Quarrel between my science and sanity,
There is too much at stake too much to keep;
An eruption of silence and serenity occurs within me.
It destroys my once kept mind into morbid sanctuary.

Now, I stopped crying once a day
For tomorrow , I will be forever empty.