When all you hear is silence.
The ebbing voice,
Returns to the surface.
Yielding only to the noise,
But what is the cause?
Can there be a pause,
A respite for the troubles
The search yields only doubles
None say the voice,
All say the noise.
Rolling over onto his back, his gaze to the ceiling within his room. A long sigh, moving his hand to rest upon his head he thought to himself. Closing his eyes he rolled back over to face the wall again, trying to sleep. The cycle continues. His heart weighs heavy. His mind filled with doubt. All that he can think is only fantasy, what ifs. Nothing he thinks, ever strikes him as plausible for reality. Nothing real seems to be within his reach. He longed, longed for all he can remember. The silence of the room filled with only a momentary escape of music playing, a clock ticking upon the wall opposite of him. The soul aches for more
