I feel the silence raiding my mind
Inserting the roars of darkness
Patching despairs to my heart
Making my grievances hue,
Buzzing hum the sound of a bee.

I stand at a mirror gazing at my lifeless bones
The bones yoked by envy
Bringing to sit me down to the orchard of graves
Where my self esteem was burried
Massacred and left to rot by self mistrust
I call it being a pessimist.

The grass dried as the world abandoned me
I would say without a second thought
Yes I didn't know what path I stepped into
My heart went numb and silent
My skin went dormant ain't feeling
My ears went deaf paying no attention to well wishers
But a wanderer of no future I felt
Knowing I was in a cell of nobody but self doubt
Behind the bars of darkness
I wept I wished I was an optimist
But late long I was "Trapped by mindset to Suffer."

© Gilbert Charles
@ MasterPen D'Poet