Untitled, Thoughts

I pray for quite, inside is a fear of the higest,

None that can be medicated,

The anger that seethes, inner peace beneth held prisoner,

Ocean of despair the waves endlessly pitch and roll,

Wishing for a kind of space, an quite sunny oasis

Where the cares are flung towards the sun erased,

But I have given up that dream, one amoung a legions numbering,

And I am imprisoned outside that peaceful dream

Fighting fires all my life, water will not exstinguish those flames of strife,

Must I put them out with another one of my dreams, to loose another chrished hope,

Just to prolong my suffering, endless.