the whispering, fleeting voices trapped in sound
the voice grows horsed and chocked, strangles
fight free to speak but still nothing comes out
this is what is for the answer is always clear
seeking and not finding the piece that fits
stare at the hollow of barked log
say a prayer and wish for solace
however yet the answer is always clear
this is the answer of the silent will
the eternal silent answer is this
have a *hug*
sry, i'm just emotionally numb right now. i figured one of my many dark poems in my book of dakr poetry might help.