I wear
my nowhere stare,
seemingly unaware.
Distant under peoples’ glare.
I wear my invisibility
like a coat of midnight
I wear the sea of tranquillity
around my neck, A scarf of stars
tied tight.
Always here
but never quite there.
I wear a mask painted with fear.
I wear my skin, hidden.
I wear my smile, bitten.
I wear my love, smitten.
I wear... Listen...
If anyone has taught me anything,
It's to listen to the sound
that appears when your
thread is worn thin.
When the din in your
head is echoing. Begging.
To be heard.
It’s trying to sing
because it knows
what is coming.
And as you layer up
ready for what comes next.
Remember this. The hum exists.
It picks you off when you’re at a low ebb.
It lives in the vibrations of unsettled air
swirling through your head.
Where fear is emitted
like a siren to lure it there.
It fills you with dread.
A sense of heightened trepidation.
So thick you could cut it
like oven baked bread.
The fear is real,
the beast is not one to make a deal,
So, pull on a nowhere stare,
look into the distance,
to a place that is not quite there.
Where perception of the ordinary twists
Into a world much murkier.
Take my hand.
Keep a tight hold of the thread
connecting these twin lands,
keep that song spinning.
Drown the noise
before it infiltrates your head,
or the hum will hunt you down
and make you wish you were dead.
Thanks for reading
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