Roger's Voice

We all run away from nightmares
From things not taught, only dreamt
Monsters that manifest in our every thought
Consuming all reason and sentiment.

A hurt so deep, a gash laid open
From which nothing but hatred flows
A habit formed, enclosed in glass, trapped

Bound from within I am.

My voice is lost
I wish to speak, but I can only hear myself
I want to breath again, live again
But that would be too deserving a reward.

I still keep running
From nightmares of the past
But one day I will stop and free my soul
And no longer will I be bound from within.