Faces Poem by Matthew Routledge

as the faces stare at me
their dead eyes plead with me
to help them
to free them

i want to find a way out
a door to the next
as life goes on i am less strong
to fight the fight

as i look deeper into my own thought
i find nothing but sadness
and i see nothing but tears
as i drown in sadness

all i have to drink in this desert
is the tears that still flow
all i have to eat is the solid wall of death
before me

all i have upon my feet
are the coals of fire i must walk
what have i done
tell me now

i have done something
i must have brought thou rath upon me
i will not forgive you for everything
instead i shall end your mental wellbeing