LINES THAT TOUCH

My world is dark, please shed some light. How can I be heard, my mouth is sealed tight.
Taking this magical device, creating my own haven, this is no heaven but it feels nice.
Creating fantasies and finding a little humour, little mysteries that leaves you wanting more.
This little girl is begging to be heard, a little silence is very much appreciated.
Give her a chance to speak not with the mouth but with the hands,
Not with the voice but with the mind.
The voices inside my head will not stop
Till this little girl gets what she wants. . .

Poetry in its darkest and deepest form. Open your mind not your eyes,
You'll probably get a goosebump or two.
I'm nothing but a messenger. . .