The quiet yearns to be heard Those tendrils of loss whispering in the air Your story screaming out to be heard Especially when there’s nobody there The dark demands to be seen Blank spaces that were once taken Lives on pedestals for us to judge Filling dreams that will no longer awaken The mind needs to be spoken A cacophony of words slipping off your tongue Steady is the path for those who listen Turmoil waits for those who retreat The heart aches to be chosen Forgotten feelings daring to peek through But when your hand extends to break me I’ll cut mine off to be free of you.
