A cry for help
Is like a quiet whisper in the night...

My mind yearning
Chasing the craving...

Lightning don't strike
In the same place twice...

Acorns laying scattered around
Conkers a deep rustic brown...

I am here
I am there...

I watch you sleep
Lying next to me...

Guilty
Two life Sentences...

Broken is not the word
My heart is torn...

On that fateful day
It was horrible to say...

You are the balm
To my wandering soul...

Day is drawing to a close
The ghostly whispers starts to flow...

The animals cowers
In their burrows...