Screaming out "IAM not ok!"
But let alone, no one heard.
Messages are unread
And thoughts are lost.

The Calling of the Void is
Real and hunts the ears of the deaf.
Like a flim, images pass by
Just to temp the night.

The sounds of the familiar voices
Calm the heart to live.
The thought of friends,
Keeps the head clear.

The will to protect,
Gives the courage to stand.
Echoing through the walls,
The cries are muted,
Unheard from the outside.

Let along, may death be its peace.
Guilt be its tag.
Regret be its name.
And may love never be found.


© sese (05-01-2021/7:15pm)