Who hides there in my silence,
and crawls through each misplaced thought?
To haunt the waking consciousness,
frightened as it sought – some truth.
Which I will never find,
the cure, the truth which is myself.
Tucked beneath the lie.
Every uttered sound a noise,
to block away the scar –
laid with ease inside a dream,
passed off as nothing more – and yet
there is sets and begs me on.
Explain me please it dares,
and I must fight it hand to fist.
The battle that is not there,
arguing on and on until
the voice, so gently fades.
As the body drifts to sleep,
and I begin the day -afraid
Longing – and each minute more,
the silent twilight near
the dawning of the match.
Where pleading words of clarity,
shadow my every thought –
Yet, in constant grief – in stillness
Raging – as if to burst
into – a million jagged fragments lost within a single word.