End Of The Day Rambling. Poem by The Silence Heard

Mind. Words swirling begging to be spoken.
Thoughts. Jumbled on the paper asking to be taken notice

of..to be communicated, to be understood, to be felt.
To be taken seriously, but not personally.

Not to be taken to the extreme, now to become yours,
to be twisted, turned against, and then thrown in my face.

To be cradled, to be shown kindness, to be loved.

Love. The only thing anyone yearns for.
Heart. Where that feeling is felt, where the thoughts begin.

Tongue. The grave yard of the thoughts never uttered.
Mouth. The wall that keeps it all in.

Paper. The last push.