Silent knight

In the darkness I find myself,
Grappling  up the walls of hell.
Clawing, kicking not a sound,
Don’t want to involve those around.
Though some might grab a rope,
In my silent darkness I grope.
Looking for the next tiny ledge.
A place a finger or toe to wedge.
And pull myself from hell's tight grasp,
The silent climber for air does gasp

My muscles ache, my fingers bleed.
My heart is broken, yet still I heed
That little voice inside my head,
“You must press forward, you are not dead.”
My tired body threatens to give out
Not a whimper much less a shout.
I can’t risk it, no I don’t dare
My true feeling to ever air.
For if they found out, if they knew,
I don’t know what they’d do.
They might help, but they might leave.
While climbing I cannot grieve.
I cannot face another blow,
Trembling and silent onward I go.