Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

This is my first collection of poems.

Words that never left the lips, Phrases unheard by any soul but mine, Thoughts that lie on the ocean bed like sunken ships, Voices present nowhere but this strange mind. I scream internally, confessing my deeds, And none but my demons listen, Yet, on my fears and wrath they feed, But I take revenge, grab a paper and pen, And letting the ink flow along with emotions, I begin... This is a makeshift shelter where I keep my stray thoughts knotted together