Softly Talking

Melancholy
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.

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© 2012 W. Wayne B.

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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