• Are you Okay?
    The impossible question.
    "Just Tired"
    As I smile and nod.
    Like a drone of my own self conscience.

    I NEED HELP!
    COME HELP ME!
    These words repeat in my head
    On the tip of my tongue
    cutting like razor blades
    Trying to escape.

    A cool breeze rapes my cracked lips
    Never a word spoken of my true Self.

    Always "Tired"
    Never truthful
    Honesty locked up inside.

    I sit alone in silence,
    The eye gouging darkness surrounds me.
    As i ask myself
    Will i be silent forever?.....