The voices in my head
The things you left unsaid
Or which i said
Haunt me in my dreams
Takes grotesque forms
Scar my sacred school grounds
My hopeful yesterday should not be seeing
The somewhat disappointing today
Turned too loud
Even a melaconcholic symphony is
A cruel cacophony
A wound caused by words
Never truly heals
My subconscious is
Just one infinite reel
Help me move on
to the next scene
Should you not speak at all?
No it's not that hard
Just be kind
Treat me like you
Inherently expect me to
Treat you
Its not your birthright
To subject me to noise
Just because you are deaf
To sounds of the ones you allegedly love
Prompts- Write on Noise - Poets and storytellers united
