I write so I can breathe. I am constantly evolving, mindless at times, frustrating even perhaps but heck, I wouldn't change the smell of freedom that comes with writing.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Where do the Walls Come From?

I can tell
when silences resonate
louder than the boom.

They come crawling 
bleeding through 
the mysterious seepage.

Echoes of hollow dreams
meander through darkness
screaming all the way.

Nightmares they are called 
spoiling for release 
between insomnia and wakefulness.

Copyright Sandy@2011


  1. Silence can be more disturbing than speech.Thought provoking.

  2. True. The unsaid is sometimes more deafening than what is said.