"Scribbling Utterances"

 

I will tell you things that I hear myself say

Things said in between silence and darkness

Watching your despair grow so tall and huge like the walls in your room.

 

Who could hear when you scream so loud?

Is every cry meant to be that loud?

The intensity draws strokes of the tongue

Than acceptance and help

 

The errant hope you once had

Feels so slippery at your every attempt to grasp it

You sit forlorn waiting for the darkness you dread.

 

The list waits but you write and wait

Scribbling utterances as they come

Hoping to read each line,

At that other end of time.