My Inner Constriction

Be Still

The water slowly trickles down the hill,

The world begins to stop and all is still.

The suppression we hide inside,

leads to the depression in which we reside;

The home has turned hollow,

And I find it hard to follow.

The restless night makes it hard to fight,

The angel feathers help me see the light;

Deep into a peaceful sleep,

I no longer have to worry about the secrets I didn't keep.

The pitter patter of the rain beats down on the lonely home

I realize now that I am not alone;

I cannot bear to hear another lie,

The sound of silence makes me want to die.

It's not unfamiliar for me to feel this way,

But I realize now that there's no way for me to stay.