Within me a heart beats
A million dreams in broken seats
A scream inside, trapped lies
Against a choked door it vies
Clawing and scratching, it awaits
For the bolts to fall out of place
A thousand words want to be free
Tell of pain they’ve had to see
And in the midst of this churn
In a corner from within I burn
For every smile and every touch
Every memory that I clutch
Turns to dust and wisps away
Not one concedes to stay
And with each wound that heals
Less and less this heart feels
By and by I turn to stone
In the midst of a crowd, alone

 – ©2012 Raziel