I've been struggling with words lately,
trying to let the hurt that lies beneath
find it's resting place.

It doesn't work anymore,
the words don't come.
And the hurt still lingers near.

I can't scream,
and I can't keep silent.
But what else can I do?

Whispering harrows no quelling,
my soul howls to the moon.
The light is at the end of the tunnel, I'm not.

Can one truly see the light,
if his eyes are tightly shut?
And what about the pain?

Like a wail, coming down the path,
the light swallows tunnnel distance,
But it's still away from me.

Is there an end to madness,
Do the voices go to sleep ?
They haven't yet.

And the words won't come,
As they once easily came,
And the voices won't quell.

And as I go along,
Even these words few,
Escape me and are gone.

The words
won't
come.

Not anymore.