Outside looking in

Whats inside the walls
you’ve taken years and years to build
around your hurting self
Whats inside the pain
you tried to bury, burn and blame
but still refused to die
Whats inside your smile
as it dances as a light 
behind your honest eyes
whats inside the shadows
as they lurk around the corners
of your weary mind
and whats inside the question
that so carefully guards the
enterance to your secret self.
Whats inside the sun
When morning lingers far
and dawn is but a distant dream
upon the heart of a sleeping world.