They taunted me, the voices in my head.
At night they came, with cries and screams they grew.
Great games they played while I sunk in my bed.
A game of chess, for which I suffered through.
But with the voices I was not alone.
Drowned out the silence so that I was whole.
I hated them, if only I had known.
I cried with glee the day I gained control.
To I, my thoughts became a fragile pawn.
By my command no longer were they there.
But the control I had it brought upon
My mind's silence that I could never bare.
For when the sky bleeds reds and golds each day,
It's here, too long, that I alone must stay.
YOU ARE READING
Wilting Rose
PoetryMaybe this can break a heart Maybe it can show That maybe you aren't alone Or maybe nothing will happen Because maybe I'm not a hero But maybe I can still save a life Maybe I know the secrets to the world Or maybe I only know one thing: A whole bunc...
