Alone.
Inside,
I hurt.
Outside,
I feel no emotion.
My pain goes deep.
My cries,
silent.
My words,
Unheard.
I feel,
no peace.
I know,
no tranquility.
I hear only cries
of the wind-
screaming-
sending me,
uncontrolled shivers.
Wanting-
to be held.
Wanting-
to release the pain.
Wanting-
to be heard.
Needing-
to be complete.