The Sound of Silence

I am in my  
quiet place  
where i can't seem  
to utter a sound  
 
my thoughts careening  
around my head  
for my mouth they are not bound  
 
i try to free them  
from the shrouded  
part of my soul  
 
like a breeze blowing a curtain  
or hiding behind a wall  
they don't want to be seen  
or heard  
oh no, not at all  
 
yet they well up inside  
of me  
filling me recklessly  
till i feel i will overflow  
 
but there seems to be  
no outlet  
for me  
to finally let them all go  
 
no one truly  
understands all that lies within  
this tortured heart  
 
hidden behind bones of  
emotion  
willing to tear  
it apart  
 
so i hide my beating  
behind the prison walls  
wrapped safely  
in the curve of my cage  
 
hoping no one can see  
beyond the well of  
my eyes  
the silent building rage  
 
that lingers so dangerously  
close to the edge  
dancing on the wave  
of my tongue,  
tearing at the seam  
of my lips  
 
it is safer to be silence...  
 
come press your soul against mine  
and listen to what  
it tells you,  
 
sometimes it is quiet,  
sometimes it is  
a shrill scream.