Your whispers screamed to me.
Your whispers screamed to me all day…wasn’t that enough??? STOP. Go away.
I’m begging you to leave me alone. I gave you everything once. My family, my husband, my career, I almost gave you my life—and yet your whispers scream to me.
I can’t think. I can barely breathe. Someone speaks, but their voice is far off and muted.
Your whispers scream to me—roaring in my ears and exploding through my head. Please. Please. Please???? Please stop screaming your whispers.
I am over-tired. I am hungry. I need to be held and loved and soothed, but I can NOT because your whispers scream to me and distract me from sleep, food, love--breath.
Your whispers scream to me.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Screaming Whispers
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Saturday, September 11, 2010
Screaming Whispers
Your whispers screamed to me.
Your whispers screamed to me all day…wasn’t that enough??? STOP. Go away.
I’m begging you to leave me alone. I gave you everything once. My family, my husband, my career, I almost gave you my life—and yet your whispers scream to me.
I can’t think. I can barely breathe. Someone speaks, but their voice is far off and muted.
Your whispers scream to me—roaring in my ears and exploding through my head. Please. Please. Please???? Please stop screaming your whispers.
I am over-tired. I am hungry. I need to be held and loved and soothed, but I can NOT because your whispers scream to me and distract me from sleep, food, love--breath.
Your whispers scream to me.
Your whispers screamed to me all day…wasn’t that enough??? STOP. Go away.
I’m begging you to leave me alone. I gave you everything once. My family, my husband, my career, I almost gave you my life—and yet your whispers scream to me.
I can’t think. I can barely breathe. Someone speaks, but their voice is far off and muted.
Your whispers scream to me—roaring in my ears and exploding through my head. Please. Please. Please???? Please stop screaming your whispers.
I am over-tired. I am hungry. I need to be held and loved and soothed, but I can NOT because your whispers scream to me and distract me from sleep, food, love--breath.
Your whispers scream to me.
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