All these thoughts arise in your head. Tossing and turning, fighting what’s said. Alone in your room and you can’t go to bed, whispering screams in the thoughts they embed. You can’t say the words but only a tear; can’t fight the fact that another one’s near. Crying so softly so no one will hear, the whispering screams of sorrow my dear. Once are gone though linger for time though whispering screams sing their chime. You think that it’s over but really it’s not. You’re facing the beginning, more what you sought.
May 14, 2009