Late Night Musings

I wish there was more Than the wind To hear my voice At 1am Where do I drain My thoughts and fears When the only listeners Are the latter I can only fill my anxieties To the brim Before they spill And stain the world around me Who would hear me If I screamed my sorrows Until my lungs Were raw? I will not So there is only silence That creeps into my body And fills my veins If every breath Is noiseless Am I really Even here? Where does my voice go When there are no ears Available to listen In the quiet night Perhaps this is an excuse Because come daylight I will breathe again And still I cannot speak