Pain, suffering, fear, and death

are all a part of a mind’s depth.

Bottled up where you cannot see

and buried deep inside of me.

A thought, a whisper, a sound, a voice

telling me you have no choice

but deal with the blows as they come;

you cannot hide, you cannot run.

Each sorrow, each grief, hidden from view

shown to only a lucky few;

and even then not all is spilt,

for none can climb these walls I’ve built.