Help Poem by Chris Townsend

I have nothing to prove nothing to say,
This moment in time, a cold and bitter day,
I hear the movement but I cannot see,
These feelings revolving around the inner me,
I throw the stone to make the ripple start,
My feelings tossed aside, my broken heart,
Quiet voices whisper in my ear,
As my ghosts, rip at my skin, blood to tare,
I step quietly for I fear that from beneath my breath,
Something is watching, with his hands, close on my neck,
Trapped in this freedom as I close on my destination, I seek to find,
This closet, encapsulated, with all my memories to remind,
Standing close I hide in my soul,
This emptiness haunts me, for without it I cannot be whole,
Crying and held I don’t know what I can say,
These visions attack my eyes, leave me breathless, battle drawn from the affray,
I look to the floor for its quiet when you fall,
Crouched under the table for protection, you cant be seen when your small,
I hold my head as these images smash into my eyes,
I whisper because I cant shout any more,
What more does one man have to do, who the hell cares,
As I am pulled out from my safety, grasping hands to tear,
Quiet is shattered I am alone,
This door marked exit to home…