Wishes

Again this lonliness proceeds by some small hope of a reccurring dream. A dream to heal my chest inside. A thought I lose now day by day. And here I speak this silent shout, to all who can't hear. To all who can obviously see, but remain silent. For deaf ears to hear something that they can taste and smell. It means nothing, because all thats heard is themselves inside. To a point in goodness spent agreed. But the thought of not saying or speaking what is needed to be heard destroys us, me. I wish to beg; my soundless pleading to just let me go, to just let me know.