Leaves and Screams.

The woods are deserted, still all feels bright
    Leaves lay down on a small breeze that reflects
                                     never interacts
Makes a sound never to forget
               and you regret
               the Fear
               and the shame after cursing your Own name

The wind whispers amongst the Leaves
    taking me to that twilight zone
    where angst and serenity meet

Revolving around my only sun
  a breath of air becomes a Scream
                          a fire that burns within

With a Rush comes the Blizzard
takes the Leaves, turns them into Screams
                              A Hundred Screams
                              A Thousand Words   but will they all ever be heard?

As I fall to the ground
my hands shield my ears for a thousand fears
  and I understood
this fight is not for me to win.

   For I am never Eternal
                        like the Fire burning my skin.