Whispers

Stranded, cut off,
Simply surrounded,
By nothingness. Silence.
Time has me grounded.
I’m aging,
Not growing.
Keeping back,
Not throwing.
It’s building,
I’m containing.
It’s raging,
I’m restraining.
Covering up
Anger, resentment
Images so dark,
Thoughts so violent,
Feeing shadows,
Watching them roam,
Chatting with demons,
Among voices unknown,
Ghostly gray outlines,
A dark shade overhead,
Deep colored creatures,
Neither living nor dead,
Hearing them, whispering
Hearing them screaming,
Screeching, howling,
I must be dreaming
Rocking back, forth,
Slowly increasing,
Faster and faster,
Until it’s releasing,
No longer sitting,
Hugging my knees,
Bloody head pulsing,
Like some sick disease,
Smashing in skulls,
Won’t make them rest.
Confess the torment,
Get it off your chest.
A horrible revelation
I discovered this day:
…… the evil little voices
will not go away.