At times we wonder why we aren't heard,
When we sing in silence...

DEEP

Thoughts like clouds, 
storming my mind.
Thunderstorms,
thunderbolts,
lightning and
heavy gushes of the words,
striking against the wall,
of my brain, like blind birds.

Here I stand,
no pen to write with,
no paper to write on.
Words will escape,
by penetrating in my soul.

My fear of losing my words,
stays by the side of my thoughts.
They can come at any time,
will shower like a rain in my mind,
or they can go at any time,
leaving me to think sublime.