over whelm

Words spoken can cut like a knife
Bering the inner burdens of life
Seek and find, find and lose
It's all but choice and choose
Throw pennies in the wishing well
Lock the gates to that inner hell
Where am I going what do Ido
Running into things all a new
Confused and retreating within myself
Something hear but nothing else
Can you feel it?
Like the sting of bee's
Or the rough rustle of the storm in the trees
I can feel it in every sound
Every rythm of heart pound
Falling like a baby from a swing
Unable to walk so I just scream
Yet silent they are
just emptyness there