I really wish I was better at thinking up subject lines.

Moments tick by in silence
minutes never ending, never cease
follow the weighted mind
down and down and down
plodding through the mire
in a spiral ever onward
weaving in patterns unknown
a creation not of his own
fallen thoughts scatter on the wind
some never retrieved
others never leaving, always stuck
crashing waves in mind
unknowing, unknown and alone
whispers in the dark like shadows
slipping past without comprehension
only a chill left behind
shallow disturbances with mighty weight
bearing down on wounded soul
crying out for peace
longing for understanding
longing for true rest
waiting breathless for an answer
hoping for a hope