TALES WITHIN – Stories that seek me out

They scream
and they shout
They hunt,
and they seek me out

Orphaned and unheard,
in me, they often confide
Listen I must
For this solemn rule I must abide

trapped in the nether
their voice echo no sound
In my ears, blessedly,
the voices resound

So they seek, the hearer of the sound
Tracked by the resonant union, I invariably am found

Once heard,
Onus is on me to yell
It’s their story
but now, it is for me to tell

Yes it’s a blessing
But also a curse
For I hear, not only the pealing laughter
but also the sinister cries, so perverse

It’s an obligation
to be a medium of no biases and whys.
to weave the borrowed truth
with vain..yet eloquent, threads of lies

Words carry the fragrance of feelings
The feelings, that narrate the glory
The words flow on the paper
rearranging the sentences into a story

Stories are mine now
I saw them and I heard them shout
For My tales within
Truthfully mirror the tales without