Why am I talking so softly?
What I hear is disturbing my soul.
Anger and hate are fighting in my heart.
I want to see a change around me.
Some moments I feel fear.
Some days are full of melancholy.
I talk to reveal my heart.
Its blood is spreading in waves.
I collapse and fall on my arms.
I stop speaking and sleep.
My thoughts spin around.
I need to protect my soul and have failed.
Have my goals left me cold?
Have I lost the battle again?
Words have failed me and I cry.
How can I recover my voice?
W. Wayne B.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.