Peircing Silence, Screaming Thoughts...

Here in my room, I lay in my bed, With every thought of you, Intruding my head, Like snapshots in my brain, Of the last thing you said, My gut is violated, And I twitch with rage, I cannot free myself, From this anxiety ridden cage, And in this chapter of our life, It seems I can't turn the page, This torture is much worse, Since you have been away, I am so scared, That away is where you'll stay, And no matter how hard I try, I will have to lay here in my room, Alone one more day. By Mac Holmes. Janettas grandson. Written sitting in my room alone still waiting...