Some seeds you shouldn't sow.
Those fields overgrown
with gnarly weeds of misery
are all that will show
for the work you've done.
All of the energy, been and gone
because you listened to the
eerie sound of the dreaded hum.
Sometimes we wade too deep,
into places our legs shouldn't be.
Into lakes of misery.
Once you realise you've misread the maps,
the coast isn't close, the boat is capsized
and you’re floating too close
to the edge of reality.
You end up feeling all lost at sea.
That is when the sound begins
to echo around menacingly.
It pervades your sleep,
invading your dreams,
bringing with it
torment and hate
to anyone that breathes.
Once inside, it never leaves,
an unwanted guest
that stays for eternity.
The hum rings out internally
just as ferociously
as it does externally.
It becomes part of your day,
taking over the voice in your head.
"Let us feed" you hear it say.
It wants to drain all goodness away,
it wants you dead.
Making a meal of your life,
a little piece at a time,
but when you listen
to the voice in your head,
telling you
that these places are home,
it's hard not to hear
the infernal moans.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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