Turmoil

In quiet lonely moments
It so often seems that
The feelings in my mind
And the thoughts kept in my heart
Become voices
Scolding, lamenting, accusing
Louder and louder
A silent shouting chaos.
Wrong, wrong, wrong
And so little right
Nothing to do but listen
Let them shout
Get it out
Think, curse, pray
Choose a better way
Hope that actions will speak loud enough
To quiet them someday.