I want to be the silence
That accelerates the breaks
A thunder storm of shock
Rolling across your face
To communicate the ferocity of this pain
I could never abbreviate this self hate
Encapsulate it for you to contemplate
I want to be the knife
That cuts through the silence

Before you call in the sirens
Remember I tried to be an island
Battling these tyrants
Running amok in my head
The asylum
I tried to be defiant
But I never could imagine
Sisyphus smiling.

© May 2016