My soul you do not want to see
The burden of life is getting to me
My soul through my eyes you do not want to see
Over am I, bent, wracked by the pain of life
My back wants to break, the burden too much for me
My soul through my eyes you do not want to see
The desert called my life, so open for all to see
Thickens ones tongue, so parched it does become
My soul through my eyes you do not want to see
For it is not enlightenment you would get from me
But the call of death that you will see
So, my soul through my eyes you must not see.
A poem from a book I called "Jounery to the other side of depression" I have not published the book, only self printed off 3 copies for family.
