Having no place in which to begin
thoughts are at best, random
there is this silence that waits with me
wrapping me like a blanket
part wants to sleep,
but others parts aren't ready
so sitting here, hoping to create
giving away another little piece
to demonstrate the hard things
the inner voice and heartache
those precious things unto this web
of minds that feel, and eyes that see
giving out the truth, the causes
the casualties, everything
thinking maybe chords might ring
to a few or many, if any