Speaking

Speaking, strictly to myself,
The voice reverberates.
Sings in harmony,
Then soon,
Shrieks and silence takes.
Becoming hushed
And hoping,
I would soon be heard.
Strictly speaking of myself,
I echo and it's wierd.
I do not think that I could be,
The one that lives with "I".
Myself would soon go seeking,
Listening to sigh.
For now, my speaking scratches,
And verbage will resound,
Within these words I pen with quill,
The speaking, love, I've found.

Raine Les 4/29/2008

nice

Quillrifically prosed dear.Excellent.