From A Seared Soul

Words flow; crystal clear, unwarranted. The sounds in the head want to make themselves heard. Ideas are aplenty, each scene presents a story, emotions are on a high – it is now their day everyday.

A few words say it all, their tender savagery ripping the heart. Life is a roller-coaster ride, one moment you are up – high up; and the other moment – down, deep into the abyss.

Crouched in the corner, knees pulled up to the chin, eyes warily searching, the tears have dried up, but the tumult is on.

You’d fallen. Down, into an abyss.

Fear still shrouds you. The uncertainty. The room – damp, dark. Dismal. A flash of memory strikes you. The tears flow again. Crystal clear, unwarranted. The sounds in the head want to make themselves heard.