Fences

The day came and went like a whisper of a song's memory. Were the beating drums really that loud? Or, were they simply my heart's cries seeking the end of this tale of torture. So many questions bouncing off the inside of my skull and heart. I'm so spent.

Frantic thoughts run through the fences in my mind. The fences that held Hope at bay from coming to the rescue of my pain. I need Hope, and sought her out like a blind child seeking the daylight.

Desperately seeking Hope - she is real right? She could help bring the light to my life, right?