SILENCE AND SOLITUDE; SHACKLES OF SERVITUDE

Every morning I wake up
I open my eyes to wars undeclared
I fight unprepared

Every morning I wake up
I open my eyes to words unspoken
The demons are woken
Demons lingering from the dark
Life moving in the fast track
There is a silence that pollutes my existence serving a solitude that can only be described as, loneliness.

Hopelessness is creating a narrative that there is nothing beyond what I can see
There is no hope for tomorrow
Everyday I wake up
Helplessness, telling a tale of failure and doom
Helplessness of a drowning man
There is a silence polluting my existence serving a solitude that can only be interpreted as, loneliness.

Every morning I wake up, I open my eyes
This silence threatens my existence
So many hands around me but none for me to hold
So many shoulders but none that I can lean on
So many ears but none that I can tell the tales of smiles and frowns I experience
There is so much silence


Every morning I wake up
Everybody looks at me but none of them sees me
Everybody hears me but none of them listens
I speak to many but none that I can talk to
Silence and solitude throws me into the shackles of servitude
There is so much silence throwing me into the Shackles of Servitude to anxiety and depression

Every morning I still wake up
Hopeless, but I still hope for a light in the dark
Helpless, but I ask for help when I lack
In servitude but I choose to serve my purpose
In servitude to silence my anxiety and depression