Dreaming Alone

insanity has its prose, its place upon the throne.

There is an audible hum to silence
When silence is so very silent
The voices come clawing then
all of them; 
them, and all their friends
and then without uttering one consonance
There is a push, and there is a shove
And I awaken in flames, and endless flood
Screaming at the top of my lungs

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

So true and well conveyed...Thank you for sharing wonderful poetry...:).............