Murmurs of an Unsound Mind

stuck in dry and dream less slumber,

walking, waking, adrift in the night.

weary of this heart i wander,

the mind is longing to escape it all.

dark seas with no horizon.

forests bare without a sound.

whispers of my name are calling,

no man nor woman around.

desparate calls,

noise unending,

deafening maddness,

but a familiar sound.