Peace of my mind

[Brownlie]

Crawling at the bottom of a pit, long forgotten,
Body's crying for mercy
Solitude is eating soul from the inside
Heart is colder than ever before
It's craving for a flame
The vision is blurred and can't see nor feel it
To cry is to know that you are alive
Now it seems like all the weeping is gone
Or have we become deaf and unable to hear it
Helpless soul is slowly dying
The world has become a very quiet place

You seem to have some anguish you wish expressing. This poem could use more concrete imagery. Grammar should also be considered, a teacher told me poetry is like prose with line breaks. I don't know if everyone agrees with that but the lady had a P.H.D.
Good Luck