I screamed so loud, their voices echo while I’m sleeping

When I heard the secrets they were keeping

Fading in conversation to hear them screech

Searing my insides like a glass of bleach

Whispering reminders of failures in my past

Rain on my parade, laying waste to a sunny forecast

Doing anything to escape the internal riot

The curse of having a mind that won’t keep quiet

Avoiding thoughts of mine like landmines

As the vultures try to escape the four wall confines

Waking every morning, never ready for the war

They get louder the more and more I try to ignore

Don’t know which side the voice is on

Their secret is that neither I wish them gone

Their swarm killing but the silence more deafening

I need them there even if I’m always beckoning

Happy the day we can say we survived the great war

Not knowing a second one is coming, only worse than the one before

LLK.