the unformed will ,
not yet a voice ,
would fail in short .

exposed in evidence ,
yet it will be there still .

words uttered in a dream ,
in soft thudding on the ground ,
nothing but rhythm and speed .

my will , my very own.

the gathering of strength and gaining speed ,
the gentle breeze that would be eventually ,
breaking the heat turn into a wild storm .

hiding for days ,
ruined starved empty of all thoughts .
showered in fear denying ,
not acknowledging her screams .

deceiving me ,
the fact that i was at war with myself .