Rambling

Listening to the sound
of the rain and cooling
jazz tones
that usually soothe my
weary soul.
So many emotions rolling
through this head of mine -
knotted vine. 
I'm starting to do it again.
Push people away so
they don't see my
Hell.
So much I want to say
but can never tell.
I'm sure I'll feel better tomorrow -
forget this pain and sorrow.
Right now I feel the
cold labyrinth;
my silence.