It’s so Loud Inside My Head.
It’s so loud inside my head
With words that I should have said.
Words that should have been drawn
Not surrendered to the wind.
A drift upon me harks,
and carries infinite words,
Yet prudently recalled
In the minds of whom tales are immensely told
Of a word, of a warrior,
Of a maiden, of an elder.
A drought my mouth has got
In spite of words that are held
A storm inside me blows
While the calamity only pends.
We’ll leave it once we thought
That’s how it would end, it ought
Over time we try and build
Experiences all of silt
A wall of honor is then what’s left,
For the words do nothing but build.