Bagel Sandwich

Bagel sandwich-
fresh from the microwave,
oozing cheese and butter,
picked up bits burning fingers
with their oils and reminding,
reminding.

Trace the pain of those small
burns to the nervous tap and
where the pain reminds you
of another -burning- pain.

Break.

Triggered.

The pain, the pain,
the panic,
the visions.
The held off hallucinations
of vicious things and
vicious minds
and the voices whisper louder
and louder
THEY SCREAM-
they chase and cause shouting
and crying and tearing and shredding
of the mind!

And then convulsions and fighting,
keeping those -SCREAMING- voices
inside, inside,
they pull to the vocal cords
-LET US FREE, LET US OUT.-
and then suddenly-

Silence.

The world is quiet and safe
again,
and the bagel sandwich is just
a bagel sandwich with
no significance at all.

Reviews

[Que]

Brilliant poem, I loved it, you portrayed emotions perfectly and in simple ways. Cheers and have a good day.

[Sleepless]

lol like how this ends ! fort im picturing this bagel sandwich then i pictured the pian the hurt and at the end you said a true saying !:) nice poem love the rhyme scheme !:)