The Die To Cast Poem by Andrew Hinton

Angelic voices echo in the cathedral of my mind,
Long has it remained empty with no life to find.
I sit alone on a throne of the darkest stones,
Feeling so sick and weak down to my bones,
No light reaches my eyes or life fills my lungs,
Instead fear whispers with a thousand tongues.
Tortured by solitude and a fragmented mind,
My very thoughts have begun to rob me blind.
There is nothing left to fight,
The shadows hide my sight,
My kingdom has become my asylum,
My dreams and passions, I must find them.
Reclaim what I've lost,
Refuse to pay the cost.
Break free of this room that holds me now,
Live again in the light even if I don't know how.
Rise and rise again,
Break the walls of sin.
Rekindle the fire of my one true desire,
To free my self from this moat of mire.
I think it's time I started really living,
Realizing how much I could be giving.
Time to take one step forward and no steps back,
Time to work hard and trim the slack.
Time to leave these ruins in the past,
And the dice of my future to cast.