Originals

    I keep the voices inside of me, screaming of defeat and failure. Words I prefer not to put into the decorated pit of despair. I wish I could be more. Do a little more. Just a tiny bit more-- than what I am.  sa.re

I had words once,  enough of them to fill  my empty spaces, to soothe my aching Loneliness.  It's all dried up now,  spaces remain empty and  I am left speechless  in a hollow room.    sa.re