Tales of Torment: An Opera of Laughter
May I tell you? -What these voices tell me?

everywhere under the sun,
i'm followed,
watched,
stalked‐
the shadows dance behind my back
they sing,
and they laugh‐
no one's near,
what do you mean?
yet still i hear
we're right here
voices‐
as long as i've been here
we've always been here
so have they,
and we always will be
been taunting me
an opera of laughter,
mocking me‐
their screams from down under
torment me
in every day
and through every night‐
even now, as i write
no one reads this
they interrupt
you're wasting your time
their screams from down under,
torture my ears‐
voices no one else hears,
no one's listening
no one knows
i know that you know
no one understands
that no one cares...
to what i have been cursed‐
they never did
may i tell the tale of my torment?
no one cares
in a place with no peace,
through slumber's absence,
no one's listening
and in void's company‐
why do you still speak?
the chaos
what purpose do you even have?
the chatter
you're not helping anyone
the voices i can't quiet‐
there's no such thing as peace
there's no such thing as peace
give up
i've always been ignorant of silence,
just quit
it's a quietness i have never known‐
and you never will
from sun up,
an opera of laughter
to sun down,
and in all moonlight,
screams from down under‐
voices,
only i can hear,
we'll always be here
mocking me
always...
as long as i have been,
so have they
always...
all i've ever known‐
how they interrupt
every day,
and corrupt
every moment‐
they stole my peace at birth,
peace isn't real...
and dangle it over my head
for you...
they've brought death to my joy,
from first cry
they burned it before my very eyes
to final breath
along with what hope there used to be
between life and death
burned to the ground at my feet
we will always be by your side
the shadows dance around the flames of this burning paradise
see? we can be poets too!...
they sing
anyone can do it!
they laugh
you're not special...
they mock
you don't matter...
and they taunt
you never did.
voices i can't quiet form this,
opera, of laughter
it follows me
everywhere i go
everywhere under the sun
this opera of laughter,
it torments me‐
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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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