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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Dillon Avatar
November 12, 2017 at 2:22 PM
Very interesting piece of work. your writing evokes dark images images in my mind that have a strange sense of beauty. Keep writing.
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