Gazing at the Night Sky
your mind is numb.
there is a pressure building in your mind
Your thoughts trying to break free.
to be told to the world; but
your voice cant seem to work.
it clogs up like a sink filled with unwanted garbage-
Wanting to escape yet becomes unable to.
They ask
tell you to talk
that talking helps
eases the mind
but they don't know that my thoughts crave to escape.
To become a soft sound that speaks loud volumes
to witness the crisp air, and echo throughout space
they don't know I’ve tried
but each time I do
my voice seems to hide
and my thoughts scream at me
tell me to speak- Speak!
but I cant
No- I wont
because not speaking is better than
enduring the scrutiny.
they plead
to have a penny for your thoughts
and when you take the deep breath
to release the darkness that seeps in your mind…
you realize you can never get it out.