Screaming Soul

In the depths of the night, when the feelings don't feel right. An awakened mind forms, be prepared for the storm. Thoughts and feelings, so many dealings. Lost in the swirl, attempting not to hurl. What to say or what to do, none of this is new. How do I move, failing to meet the groove. Plastered my heart, you'd think I'd be smart. Scars burn, stomach turns. My soul is screaming, while my mind is dreaming. To relinquish my power, except I refuse to cower. Attempting to stand strong, but it just feels all wrong. To the right or to the left, choices stolen, theft. Can I survive this, return to the bliss? Will I even be missed, or discarded like a cyst. The darkness calls, as my soul falls. Reaching, screaming, missing, steaming. The soft wind calls, while the mind stalls. More time needed, the heart pleaded. But the mind is torn, every single word becoming a thorn. Missing the soft petals of the rose, the body just froze. What will come, the heart beating like a drum. Breathing out slow, edging closer wanting this to grow. Yet the soul is screaming, while the mind is dreaming. Lost to the depths of the dark, waiting for the spark. Spark to light the way, afraid to stay away. Will you pull me to the light, or will it win the fight?