Internal Chaos

A Poem by Clare Owens

I think this is about being confused and a bit mad, which worries me. I kind of like it though :)

I hear the birds above me,
Their shrilling in my brain,
And though I am not listening
I still hear it all the same,
For while I am trying
I am failing at this game,
For I simply can't ignore them
When they're calling out my name.

The wind he cries at midnight
Lamenting in the dark,
And I get up to the window
Til I see the moon depart,
It doesn't matter that it's not very loud
It wakes me with a start,
And though I'm trying to ignore him
It swirls loudly round my heart.

The sea gives off a roaring
Which he throws towards the shore,
A deafening song of power
Showing what he's got in store,
It never stops to amaze
All those who stand in awe,
And though I'm trying to ignore him
It's like it's all I've ever saw.

The earth - her song is softer
As it vibrates through our homes,
It's deep and rich and resonate
A sort of humming it becomes,
Gentle like the green green grass
That covers all she owns,
And though I'm trying to ignore her
It's like a whisper in my bones.

The hissing fire in the grate
Gets louder as it burns,
The way she licks at the air
Her confines she'll not learn,
She'll never give up on escape
So she hisses til the morn,
And I just cannot ignore her,
In my head it's like a horn.

I hear the birds above me
Even though they've all gone home,
They never stop their chirping
Despite not flying in their dome,
Their sound breaks into all my thoughts
Like glass shattered by a stone
And though I'm trying to ignore them,
I'd hate to be alone.