• I need someone who hears me
    even when I do not speak.
    I crave the understanding
    of all emotion I ever leak.

    my dreams are of a better life.
    its blissful ignorance by disguise.
    there is no confusion, no strife,
    just my hope’s demise.

    the notes grace my mind
    offers temporary empathy.
    their company I find,
    and breaks the curse of apathy.

    then insomnia sets in.
    then the voices cease.
    all that’s left will soon begin;
    the fiction book will fall on its crease.