scream

Its late,
Very late in the night,
And I hear the sound,
The sound which scares me,
It haunts me,
Does not let me feel or breathe,
It’s the sound of silence,
The more I try not to hear it,
The more louder it gets,
The more it grabs me,
Grabs me tight, right in the middle,
I scream, but cant hear my voice,
I shiver, hoping somehow, for the sun to rise,
To listen the birds,
For the wind to blow,
And then my eyes are filled,
With the orange of the sun,
And I know that it will be all right,
But as the day goes on,
The emptiness does not leave me,
The void does not get filled,
Sound gets sharper, louder,
Alas,
There is no longer the difference between day and night,
Cause the void is inside of me,
Cause the voice inside of me is dying,
Slowly and slowly,
I cry for help,
I scream,
But there is no one there,
The sun is setting, inside of me,
All I can do, is hope,
For someone to grab my hand,
To whisper in my ears again,
Make me feel I am alive again,
To tell me, very slowly,
That there is enough good in the world,
To live again…….