Within the Voice of Silence

The voice of silence rings so faintly in my ears yet 
it's tremendous echo pierces my soul as if a mighty 
trumpet has been blown. Confusion and frustration 
become my true companions as trust and loyalty turn 
to a tainted taste in my mouth, almost as if poison is 
running through my veins. Endless quests, within my 
mind, leaves exhaustion as its only evidence of those 
long journeys un-foretold. Sleep becomes a luxury, 
worry becomes an ally, comfort is lost in the abyss of 
this forsaken world, and happiness fades into a 
mythical realm that only Greek gods hold the key to. 
Deterioration consumes the inner being rendering it 
helpless and fearful of the expectations of all that 
surrounds. Shame is placed upon the shoulders of the 
strong, breaking them down and crushing their value 
leaving their resilience in a tomb of emptiness, never 
to regain form. Yet the will to push on still lingers 
within the heart of the pain stricken as a hope for 
the end to near becomes more prevalent