Threads..
Scattered about inside my head,
the million things that went unsaid.
Change they do from dark to light,
a million things do they ignite.
Wounds..
I bleed, a lonely rage,
a bitter fight inside minds cage.
In my sleep the empty wounds,
shreds of trust, tattered strewn.
Coiled..
The twisted shards of seeded doubt,
their burning anguish tearing out.
coiled they seethe, an urge to strike,
their natures curse refusing flight.
Fury..
Disdain, the false nature of some,
to their own illusions will they succumb.
Fury, it scorched my vision red,
once wasted energy, I have shed.
Silence..
I am the rock, the black abyss,
the solid foundation that went amiss.
I am the silence that once was blurred,
a silence that now demands to be heard.
Whispers..
Surging storms through silence crept,
though at my boots they shall be kept.
Until their whispers cease to ache,
and from their dreams they do not wake..
Aching..
The searing pain I can't erase,
and the wordless times I can't replace.
For the aching hurt caused by wrong,
to return us safely where we belong.
