I whisper.
I speak.I shout.I hear.Questioning echoes.Nearer and nearer the fear.Of voices torments.My souls escape to be dormant.Mentally.Physically.Psychologically.They whisper and reach.They speak and touch.They shout and strike.Verbal vibrations separating relations.Creating boundaries.Introducing implications.Thoughts spill as I utter.Sighs of a alcoholic father...The abused mothers cries...And the victim.Reaching for the skies.Tearing from the window sill.Standing up right.Forming praying hands.Asking for forgiveness...for The situations he was raised in.Letting go and letting god deal with things.Letting go and..