A Day On A Hill Poem by jason elix balintona

Loneliness still haunts my memory
the unsolved past of my insanity;
moving further down the hill
will it ever stop? i hope it will

Now on the way a certain silence creeps in
as i turn my head as i noticed it was from within;
those times that i felt that i was going to lose my grip
some how i know there's more to life than this

Moving on further and further down the hill
the questions of yesterday haunts me still;
by the light of the dark cloud that fills my memory
even now connecting with the real me