Like a silent scream without a voice
Can anybody hear me
Like a violent dream without slumber
Can anybody help
In the spirit of the night desperation grasps my soul
Allowed no respite. Disturbed by sound and movement
Wrestling with comfort but gaining no ground
Wandering through corridors of mortar and mind
Beginning with good intent but still ending in tears
Trying to feed both body and hearts
Faced with refusal frustration takes hold
Emotions escape with a gush and it flows
Serenity leaves but a small peace remains
Leave “it†be. Move away and return
Hugs of necessity rather than choice
Slumber doth call, sound man and sand man
Dreading time for it brings yet more pain
Daylight drives away the demon and child returns
Guilt, love, torment, exhaustion all lead to the end of my tether
And with a tether so small
