What is a thought,but words left unsaid
Confused little letters locked deep in my head
Why do I hide them, what do I fear?
They want to get out for someone to hear
The brain is a storeroom , but where is the key?
I've got to unlock it so I can find me
The past and the future will live with my soul, but without expression one cannot grow old
With this silent pencil, I'll let out the words, and in peaceful contentment
I will be heard!

Of all the things that I can see, know what I'd truly like to be?
With all it's natural beauty shown, sitting on it's pure green throne
With every season, a new face worn;
The most beautiful Spring, when it's reborn
To live thru centuries , showing elegance with age
Always in peace , it knows not rage
Poetically graceful , yet so strong
Never deciding what's right, or what's wrong
Oh!, what a beautful life to live
Never having to take , but able to give
Never restricted  ,in the open and free
The most carefree of lives
The life of a tree!

What is the secret?  Why can't it  be told?
I want to be warm, I cannot stand cold
Who are these strangers?  Who let them out?
They speak in a whisper, when I want to shout
They're dazed and unfeeling, aliens to me
They stare in my eyes,but they cannot see
I'm merely a human who has lost self esteem
I somehow feel ***** and cannot get clean
I'm lost in oblivion somewhere in time, where nothing makes sense and nothing has rhyme
It's damp and it's dark here, there's some sort of fear
No one has emotions and nothings held dear
A strange little universe , where there's only night
There is no incentive, there is no more fight
I've run and I've run , I'm now out of breath
There is no more life here
This must be Death