it’s
interesting to notice
the
difference in how things sound
the way
words bounce off walls
the way
they ring in your ears
I know
the way addiction sounds
I’ve
written line after line
I’ve
assembled strings of words
describing
how it feels to be bound
the
sound can be almost deafening
and
some days it all goes black
the
edges sharp and jagged
scraping
against the skin
in the
rivulets of pain
that flow
from open wounds
streaming
sanguine rivers
that
simply trickle away
silence
screams louder
than
any sound ever could
through
pacing and internal combustion
and
skin that doesn’t fit
I’ve
run so far and so fast
to keep
the sounds at bay
I’ve
run so long that I’ve forgotten
what
the voices need to say
yesterday
the words
came in
short and fast clips
broken
sentences abbreviated
language,
a foreign thing
tears
fueled by anger
by
frustration, pain, angst
and the
orchestra of cacophony
sang a
song I know so well
the
overwhelming feeling
of
being sick of myself
ran
like a loop through my mind
for the
entire length of the day
short
reprieves in love
and the
kindness of strangers, now friends
softened
the edges just enough
so the
clock continued to move
digging
deep into the muck
to climb up out of the mire
begging
into the vast unknown
that I
see what I need to see
with
eyes swollen and burning
with a
heart bleeding out on the floor
my
knees becoming calloused
from
humbling myself here
I am
fighting for my life, it seems
a war I
cannot lose
with an
urgency the battles rage
my will
screams in pain
with
every victory, white flags wave
in the
quiet aftermath
and I
revel in the awe of the silence
and how
different the calm sounds