Speak

And there's the song,
I sang to you,
And there's that,
Memory again,
And there's that thought,
Ne'er expressed,
And there's that insane,
Streak again,
And there's that biting,
Look you give,
And there's that scathing,
Wound again,
And there's that silent,
Ineptitude,
It creeps on me,
Yet again,
I lose again,
The Eastward urge,
Drawn Westward,
To you am I,
And there's that foolish,
Look again,
And there's that wasted,
Inward sigh,
And there's that painted,
Face again,
And there's that happy,
Mask again,
And there's that cruel,
Indifference,
And there's that,
Disconnect again.
And there's that thought,
Of absolution,
And there's that creeping,
Sin again,
And there's that slanted,
Look of disgust,
There's that planted,
Cruel word,
And yet there are still,
Feelings 'ere,
So strong that they,
Appear weak,
And there's that selfish,
Inward urge,
To break the silence,
And to speak.