shadows and drains

Its silent, life moves on in whispers of my shadows,

The call of the wild the cheering of the trees,

This heart has been subdued hollowed in my name,

Running so fast to gain so much no footsteps left in the sand,

Eroded away from ashes to emptiness of this withered soul,

A wrinkle of emotions like big scars on my soul,

Marks of discontent and meloncholy swallowing on my smile,

Writing notes on paper washed away by the flood of tears,

Easy to feel but with fear of acceptance the desires are left as too bold,

life is and still will be me yet all I see is the world without me,

Every promise being a lie every word addition to a false pile,

The non existent bond the blind faith the immature hold,

Growth so beautiful is cursed by the lumps in my throat,

Every voice has a story to sell yet no one hears my cry.....