Static

Something about what i deal with day to day

Static.

The prickling white noise behind my eyes.

I feel it's presence everyday,

usually when I drop the ball, when I screw up.

It's become a part of me,

entangled with my soul.

To free me from this thing that has taken hold,

would be to silence me all together.

Voice, static and all.

So here I sit,

the static growing larger and louder than ever before.