Whispers of Silence

Walls of the (Pa)-Lass

Mind's too dark—
For an individual too stark.
Hundreds of thoughts filling the
   head.
Yet weren't uttered, hence, weren't
   heard.

Several drifted away as I scrambled
   to make them stay.
I couldn't reach, I couldn't touch, I
   couldn't hinder their way,
For I'm still locked in this tower I
   built.
I got the key and I could flee, but I
   couldn't let go of this hilt.

Outside I'd be free; without this I
   could embrace all of you.
Yet I could also be broken and
   those shards may hurt others too.
So I'll grab onto this hilt—onto this
   tower that defended me.
Maybe it's best if no one could get
   in; I'll just watch all these drift
   away slowly.