Seldom Heard, The Whispering Scream

My silent tongue longs to be heard.

The words don't flow with the impact of genious,
coming from the depth of compacted feelings,
I hear voice insisting I say,
The Whispering Screams I had today.

Love, and more Love, not to be mistaken for Love,
cuddled in arms of lonelyness I bide, time,
true is not the Love within, but external,
expelled forth into the body of Soul.

I Whisper my Screams, not to be heard,
by myself I long to be told,
I Love You.
I really do.