I Talk

I talk
To no avail

I speak
But no one is listening

I cry
no one to wipe the tears

I yearn
To no effect

I scream
But it is silent

I try
But nothing changes

My pain within is mine alone

My heart beats to no sound

My breath is unsettled

But again nothing

Except empty promises of change
Of Love
Of merry go rounds
With no lights
No music
No horses
No movement
No life
So no Point
Except for a vast space
Filled with empty cold metal

The eeriness
The silence
The cold harsh metal of my life
Is mine for keeps
My yearning will never stop for bright lights music and love
For the warmth Of the enclosure Of arms of love

I talk

to no avail

I write with the plan to avail.

Hanya