It's got my head firmly buried
Under the sand of my clotted emotions
Numbed by repetitive thrashes
Unfulfilled
A karthic that bites
And I feel it right here.

I’m silent
Perhaps I want silent,Perhaps I’ve been silenced
Perhaps I’m saving my words for sympathy,
For questions that deny their answers.

I’m not speaking
Perhaps I’m tired
Perhaps I’ve been made to tire
Perhaps there is a hint of despair
With these fresh clouds of tears
That want to come out, which better not fall.