Whispers in the cold scratch the thick air
a soft, quivering sound nobody but the keenest would notice.
It bounces off walls and echos off the ceiling
blanketing the small, lonely room with holy torment.
Pleas and confessions surf the static sound
bulging with liquid desperation
and moistening the air like a London fog.
Wisps of sadness and bolts of anger
hum and twirl as a defeated soul rests his head
on a damp pillow
with only a frightening silence to comfort him.
Whatever happened to running around in circles?
Energy overflowing like water in a cannonballed pool
the happiest you ever felt
was springing back and forth over a jet of water meant to water a lawn, greener than the salty ocean and brighter than a smiling face
Allergy bumps, skinned knees, knotted heads, scabs, scrapes, bruises, and scars.
Testimonials of fun and fun themselves.
An entire day poking rolly-polies and climbing impossible mountains
Playing in the invisible kingdom of maypretend
and humming to yourself the themesong of your favorite cartoon
while driving a race car along the wall.
