The Sounder

I become what I see, each moment that passes with the pain that I alone seem to sense. Needing release from the surrounding screech of broken dreams and silent smiles. No one needs a friend, a ringing laugh from a light heart. Rays of sun that emenate from my serene soul, have become a black hole of disgust. How can I give of my time when I have no ability over its control. So I am speaking to others; in vain, if they choose not to hear of their own, or, anothers pain. I tell them where they may find the time, if they will listen to the sounds of their own hearts with pure joy kept in mind. Yet, I gave up trying to get out and found strange peace in that surrender. It seems that if I lay down my body and soul, give my mind to the unending needs, I can finally leave the sad reminders of truth. Why keep a hope of the future when the past replaces each new day? Unanswered cries of and unloved soul only bring the wolves to devour the sounder.