The silent scream

The silent scream:


Torn between the devil and the deep blue sea. The devil being the life I’m living. The deep blue sea is where I want to be. Floating, drifting, up and down on a soft cool bed of waves. Waves lapping soothingly around me in sync with my breath. Which would be deep and meaningful. Not the shallow rasps that get stuck in my throat. I’ve no voice at the moment. It’s trapped screaming silently inside my shell of a body. It’s scared as hell and is afraid of saying the wrong thing, the right thing; actually the true thing. Because that could lead it’s owner’s body “me” to.. terrifying consequences. I don’t know.. a tragic end possibly? Who knows? Only time can and will tell..