Monday, 31 July 2023

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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