Ominous
The voices I’m hearing are very, and quite uncomfortably familiar. Recurring sounds that I should probably be used to by now. Not that want to be…
What used to be a quiet place
Is no more...
My inner world
I'm not alone anymore...
What was that?
Who's there?
I can feel a presence
An ominous sense
Something- Almost like a pressure
Surrounding me
But, I can't see anything
Who's there?
No one
No thing
At least, that I can see
But in this absence around me
I can feel them- Crowding me
The eyes that surround me
I see them when I close mine
They won't let me sleep
These looming figures- Standing over me
And their voices- Echoing
Ominously- Mellowing
Quietly- Shouting
I hear them, everywhere "here" is
They're uncomfortably familiar
Spouting lies day and night
It's all I hear
I cry for help
But no one's here
I can't breathe under the weight of this atmosphere
"SHUT UP!"
It's useless
"GO AWAY!"
They won't- They're here to stay
Or, overstay- A welcome they never had in the first place
I'm stuck with them
Following me- Always close
Shrouding me in a shadow of doubt
All I can believe in is the nonappearance of any way out
What used to be a quiet place- Is no more
What solitude I once found comfort in- Is no more
What's taking place in here-
Warfare
As if living in a nightmare
Robbing me of my peace
Killing me- Softly, slowly
Destroying every last piece
Of everything I could ever hope to be
Taking from me
Everything
My own world
About the Creator
Josh Morgan
Personally, writing began as a creative outlet, to be a means of processing and venting emotion, but it has become so much more. Something I want not to be just relatable, enjoyable and a good read, but to reach someone who is in need.
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