Death bell cry

 

The sound

like air raid sirens

singing their death bell cry.

Squealed howls fill the sky

like a chorus of wailing pigs.

Intense echoes,

screaming,

drowning

in agony,

all I can feel within me,

a lingering dread,

as my heart pumps

a drumbeat through my head.

 

The hum never goes,

It grows, on the air it flows.

Seeping into every pore.

Through your ears, up your nose.

It starts to make you ill,

no pill will stop its dreaded chill.

No medicine will stop

the way it makes your brain burn,

from the centre and then out again.

 

It's so loud.

Can you not hear

the sounds rushing around?

Is it my own personal concert?

An orchestra,

for an audience of one.

The endlessly shifting drone,

Mimics my movements

when I am alone,

It twists through

every nerve and bone.

Grinding them

into fine dust,

fragments of stone.

 

Alarms blaring,

the noise is wearing me down.

wearing me

like a sequin gown.

Ready to surprise 

and dazzle the audience in town

but I'm down,

drowning under the pressure,

the constant nausea.

A sea of noise miles around me.

Just a drop in the ocean,

my bubbling groans,

as my lungs foam up

filled with deathly tones.

 

 

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On the waves of a song

 

So many things,

never said.

Words unspoken.

So many times

I left with

threads untangled.

Words unravelled,

thoughts not travelled.

Mountains unconquered.

Oceans I should have sailed.

but regret is a ship

with only pain onboard

that has been docked too long.

I'm going to let it set course,

in hope of finding happiness

on the waves of a song.

 

Living cautious,

just floating

on still waters.

I never said the words I had

stored in my head.

Let them grow instead,

into trees, a forest

I could never navigate.

A maze where

each pathway led

back on itself.

Cowardly,

sitting in my

own company.

It's easier than trying to talk,

and feeling ridicule wash over me.

 

All of my life I've denied myself

happiness, chances, companionship.

Instead, I've been on a solo trip,

Fearing peoples glances 

in case they see

my paper-thin fragility.

The way I crack

when pressure

is placed upon me.

The way my mind

stops working momentarily,

usually right when I need it to be

singing at high key.

So, I've stored up words,

boxed up inside.

Things I never let out,

or would keep locked up

and tongue tied.

 

 

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Chain reaction

 

Brain freezes over,

aching joints,

foggy memories.

won't ease.

I've reached that point,

that steady malaise,

as the shady grey colour filter,

clouds like smudges of clay,

smother the sky.

I can't bring myself to rise.

I'm just here lying, empty, crying

with closed eyes,

as weariness

eats away my day.

 

Head pounding,

brain sounding

warning alarms.

How can I feel calm?

when my blood is warming

and its coming to the boil,

I feel the bubbles rising, frothing,

exorcising demons from within.

Heat intensifying

just under the surface,

beneath itching skin.

I feel the cracks start

to splinter over my face.

Heart rate picks up pace,

panic blurs my vision,

swings my mind all over the place

 

I'm twitching,

itching, pulse quickening, 

or slowing,

I can't work out which.

I feel pinprick feet of fear

crawl over my skin,

like army ants,

with knives embedded

in their boots.

I scratch

but the itch

is somewhere

deep within. I scratch

and all I feel is the peeling,

seeping outer layer,

like a blood splattered

cellophane wrapper

over my shell.

 

I feel like hell.

All fiery and burnt out.

Overcrowded thoughts

rushing about.

Jostling and jousting

my normal thoughts

in a death-match duel.

Which just makes it worse,

as you begin to feel a fool,

painting the face redder,

the panic stations heighten.

The chain reaction of anxiety

is frightening,

It strikes as quick as lightning,

then takes over your night entirely.

 

 

 

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