Silence

It�s what I want now�
more than anything else.
All I can hear and feel
is frenzy, rush, hurry, race.
Everything is surrounding me,
and I�m turning around in circles
as everything reaches out and scrapes my skin,
destroys my thoughts,
and kills my patience.
They are all creeping under the door frame
in a thick cloud and are
making me crazy.
Get it all away from me;
I grab my elbows and wipe off the grime
they�re all putting on me.
I�m coated with disease
and it�s rising in boils on my skin.
They say I have problems,
that I can�t cope,
that I am not immune,
but why can�t they tell me something I don�t know.
Hands encircling my neck,
fingers stroking my throat,
thumbs pushing on my pulse;
I�m choking.
They are all turning into
evil creatures
I�ve never seen before,
and I want to stomp on them
like they are bugs.
Squish and squash and
squeeze and squelch�
get rid of, and shut the door;
Stop!
Back home!
Songs of Me
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