Sound/Feelings

Some times I feel lost in the midst of my minds darkest corners. In the darkness you can hear the cogs turning and grinding to an unnerving rhythm. Steel against steel, A chalkboard scream, And a single rain drop. These three sounds continuously eating at my concious thoughts, never subsiding. Not even in the midst of friends. The steel grinds and clicks as if a knife is being sharpened for sinister forces The screaming emits as if a child lost in his last after school lesson had gouged away the remenence of his mistake. But the worst sound seams to be the smallest. The single drop entering a lost pool where a single seed cannot find its roots to the water. It all seems to echo off the banks of my skull. Reverberating in an ominous growl, a horn of terror if you will. Yet one sound belittles them all, the wind Blowing away all remnants of the previous three. Taking the form of a voice powerful yet kind. Howling and roaring. The wind sweeps away all cares and corrodes fear to a speck. The wind kills pain and penitrates the minds darkest corners. Although a light may never fill them, a sound resides to carry me away.