Who I Am

I've tried to hide who I am To pray each day would pass away Through Facade, Lies, Pretend Never knowing what to say I have locked myself into a room Shut the windows and barred them tight Blocked the light to let in gloom Fraught with unwillingness and fright Some have talent and let it go Others only an ember which fuels a flame Creating a fire filled with smoke Leading to mastery and fame Instead I sit to watch the chill Enter this room to freeze me more Any warmth turns to ice in the still Words become taxed, labored, a chore I've hidden well who I am I would pray each day yet it flees away In the thoughtlessness where sadness begins Slowly leading to my grave