Sickening silent pain

A sickening silent pain is
The life without trust.
It eats at my soul
And my mind it corrupts.
The passions they destroy me,
How the mind is cluttered
And the body spent.
In the sound of silence I Can find no peace.
Mistrust like a sickness
Gives my stomach no rest.
My eyes close not in peace, but in visions
Of betrayal from family and friend.
Only God can rescue me
From this prison within.
I will close my eyes and rise again,
And walk down the path to stand at the door.
Again I will knock,
I will knock, for in the
House of The Truth
I know that there is rest.