A sound is uttered
It resembles a word
A solitary thought
Spoken aloud
Did I really speak
Do they hear me still
Or was it my mind
Playing tricks again.
Mumblings of madness
I thought I’d shared
Rumblings and echoes
Of fragile thought
Confusion whispers
Illusions there still
Lips bound in silence
Screams gone unheard.
Reah Roberts © 2009
Tales From Behind A Cushion 