Tears will not stream the forgotten me
Stuffed in a box collecting dust
Wanting playthings to soothe the pain
A lifeless doll comforts my dreams
The real world stabs violently in my soul
Jarring to a nightmare life
People pass in the coffeehouse serenity
Wondering what hopes they dream
My quiet reserve is hidden in a corner
Sipping away my inner quarrels
Search deep in crevices
Lies told me in scripture form
Path overgrown by a haunting ghoul
Trespassing on every boundary
Feet cannot run when mind is frozen
Worn body screams for escape
Where lies the tiny light beaming?
Coffee now holds bitter taste cold
Lost me frantic
Where is my soul?