I can't recall the silence,
Long since screamed those memories away.
Leaving only fracture noise,
Split into warring factions.
Armies of my subconscious battlefield,
Each claim truth over the others' heresy.
Their messages lost in cries of war.
Screams of fallen soldiers,
My own mind, a scared child,
Caught between armies,
Curled in a ball, tears flowing silently,
Any sound lost in the chaos.
Starved of hope and light,
He grows ever more frail.
Skin and bones, a sorrowful sight,
Praying to a God he holds no faith in.
The last desperate clawing of a dying animal.
Asking not for peace or victory,
Only for release, an end to the noise.
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Dark Nights at Noon A Collection of Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems about my struggles with mental health issues. Writing has always been an escape for me and it has exposed me to some of the most wonderful and creative people this generation has to offer. Their words continue to inspire me to...
