Biography of C.R. Ebowski
The words that I write are collections of random thoughts that have been collecting dust in a closet built for ghosts.
Scream In Silence
Thoughts swirl through my crowded head,
Bouncing off the white padded walls,
Trapped in a self built prison of violence.
Whispers are heard through the yelling inside;
The most trivial of words through the confusion,
Until my last option is to scream in silence.
My enemies have procured through emotion