I hope you're okay
I hope you're alright
This shall take a dismay
From a wicked little fright

Never heard a one of a response
From you nor the surroundings
It may be as though it has little sounding
A crept disletter, from an unknown sender

An urge to go back and once fourth
The sound of a battered thought from the mind
Of a little disarray sound through its' henceforth
A trouble caused by a reckon of a peep
The misery crept upon as the sound widens with a steep

From this regarded response
I have still to hear about
To the right of my heart, the small of a shudder
As my mind wonders and is cracked from sudden shouts

Again as though you have never heard
I hope you're okay
I hope you're alright
This shall take a dismay
From a wicked little fright