The Quiet Scream
The sun hasn't risen yet,
And my mind is feeling heavy.
Another night of broken sleep,
Another night of tortured dreams.
I write to bleed, to purge, to scream,
To let the poison out, to let the demons dream.
I write to find my way; to find my voice,
To rise above it all, and make any choice.
For now, this moment is mine,
A sanctuary amidst chaos.
Here, I can breathe, I can think,
Here, I can simply be.
The shadows creep, the ghosts appear,
The weight of the world, the sting of fear.
But still I sit, still I write,
Still I hold on to this fragile light.
