soul

 
quietly they come
one by one...hand in hand
my feelings
 
they sing songs of freedom
slaves to my hardness
I never cry--
no not in ten years
 
repressed emotions capture me
when I try to write
they rise to the surface in rebellion
 
they tell me what they think  
what's long since been on their minds
so I have no choice to but to see in black and white
the truth of my soul
 
in my silent time they come
pleading with me to listen
depression shouts of revolt
I won't be having a good time
while their petitions are ignored
 
I wish I could say tears silently roll down my face
and my pain finally understood
sadly not a one  
 
taps silently play in the back of my mind
as a warrior emerges from the ashes
proclaiming victory
 
my soul numb