Written by: Debra Squyres

The words are scrambled
Inside the walls crumbling
The words are muffled
Within the mind sleeping
The words are quiet
Inside the thoughts weeping
The words are loud
Within realities keeping
The words are silent
Inside the body steeping

Spilled on a canvas of white
Not always sounding right
The words appear
But do they hear
The words within
As they spin and spin
Clinging to the visions
Of thoughts divisions

Debra Squyres