By J.D. Moss

 I can’t look out. I must look in.

            Inside of me.

If I want to run, there’s no place to run but,

            Inside of me.

            Inside of me.

That’s where the pain, is driving me insane.

            Inside of me.

If I want to cry, the rivers are dry.

            Inside of me.

            Inside of me.

I cannot die, for I’m already dead.

            Inside of me.

When my soul cries out, only one can hear,

            Inside of me.

            Inside of me.

From “Sun Don’t Shine on Me”

Copyright 1989 by J.D. Moss