The Beginning of Wisdom

Drowning in the sound of crashing waves. Staring into space, trying to find some trace of you. Give in to the gray; Praying for the day when I can defeat these demons plauging me. Left here to fend for myself: all that I know lies barren on an empty shelf. Trying to survive as life passes by. Beggars point & scoffers stare as I lie here begging for peace of mind. Trying to understand myself-never smiling for fear of attack. When the darkness comes I find myself numb to everything I know. Behold, for the beginning of wisdom is to know thyself.