
A cacophony of noise in your head,
I am screaming whispers that haunt your head —
A swirling hurricane, with skies of red.
Vehemently imposing on your mind,
I howl my bitter laments in your mind —
Your sense of self is no longer defined.
Obscured by my roaring storm, tears flood down,
I strangle your breath, your chest weighted down —
I asphyxiate your soul, feel you drown.
Attempts to silence me, you do avail,
I feel you resist, but to no avail —
The more you resist, the louder I wail.
And though you think your puny voice will rise —
You’re eternally engulfed in my cries.
About the Creator
j.e.ridpath
"No mud, no lotus" - Thich Nhat Hahn
Author of "a curious dream", available now on Amazon: https://a.co/d/1JgqhMd
Blissful, euphoric
Moments; self-destructive storms -
In poetic form.


Comments (2)
very powerful poem that will resonate with many people.
Oooo, I loved how dark this one was. Awesome poem!