An empty temerity,
I’m lost, despite the voice.
Insistent battles behind the words,
the darkness plagues my days.
I dread tomorrow,
I fear the day.
A desperate rage to combat fear,
of losing, winning or making sense.
They hate you,
and they smile.
I hate me,
and I smile back.
The voices, eyes and whispers,
they challenge me, beat me, move me.
Trap me in my office cage,
and lose me in the silence.
I don’t want this.
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