The silence is deafening
I can’t shut out that sound
The white noise
It prevents me from rest
Allowing all the demons to rise to the surface
The silence deafening
The brightness is blinding
I try to black it out
The light is torture
It disrupts me from wallowing
Trying to force me to wake
The brightness is blinding
The air is suffocating
I claw at my chest; choking
I gasp for solace
Heavy with hate
It stops me from calming
The air is suffocating
I can not go on living this way
Something is bound to break
My senses in overload just trying to survive
The war I wage inside
An awesome piece, dark brooding and raw.
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My pleasure
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What a heavy poem… beautiful though
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Thank you.
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