I am standing on a mountain
hell the top of the world if you will
screaming my lungs out
and no one can hear
consumed in there surroundings
blind to see the loneliness of others
the consuming of others
and yourself
there is just one
that can hear you clearly
but too reach out her hand
is way to far to touch
putting on a mask
a face of oh going well
every morning
after looking in the mirror
and not liking what you see
too vulnerable too fragile
too honest if you will
too loving
put on the mask
hide, lock down build that wall
don't let others in
then the ones from
your own little world
if you even have those
the view of freedom
space, greatness and silence
the beauty of nature
and gods breath
running through your hair
me on top of the mountain
screaming my lungs out
and no one can hear.................
© AngelZpublishing 2006
