Echoes

What echoes in my mind?

Voices soft and sweet.

Trying to destroy

all this wretched heat.

Where is it I belong?

I know it isn’t here.

But where else can I go

to conceal all this fear.

Would you save my heart?

Keep me from destruction,

Or just hold my hand

when everything is done?

I could make it through

with nothing at all.

I’ve done it before

and I’ve yet to fall.

But do I have to ask

for everything I get?

Couldn’t I, just once,

be somebody’s pet?

Have somebody hold me,

without any pain,

or expectation

or the need to explain?