The words in my brain are nothing but
Vagrant screams, mournful cries
and bursts of pure outrage!
There are no nice words
Or seamless lines of poetry inside of me
Even as I try to find my inner muse
I scream aloud “where is my voice!
Where are my words?”
I close my eyes looking for the source;
Only find confusion fighting with confusion
For dominance over my soul and spirit;
The legion growing stronger; I hear it.
The screaming is unrelenting, tormenting me.
All the angels are screaming too
But I cannot clearly hear what is true!
I want them to ALL SHUT UP!
So Ill drown them out when they surface;
smoke them out when they hide,
punch them out when they stand,
And dream them away when they haunt.
I am growing thin and fading away
I have but just a seed of faith left
I pray it is all I need
As I head toward the worst of my darkest days.
September 1st 2013