the noise builds
whispers multiplyin to screams
my thoughts eat themselves
then they feast on me
always hungry. never satisfied
I trace my jawline with my thumb
follow it where neck meets skull
that thin line between
what I feel
and who I am
if I could just find the seam
where mind meets matter
press cold steel against skin
let the blade fall sharp
one clean cut
that’s all I’d need
to watch my thoughts fall away
to separate them from my body
one swift motion
to silence the commotion
leave the weight of madness
on the floor beside me
lighten my shoulders
from the endless chatter
numbness I’ve craved for years
palms pressed against temples
seekin the source of the noise
seerchin for where sanity unravels
the blade will sing
not loud. just sure
and when it drops
the world won’t stop
it’ll just keep goin
but I won’t have to anymore
Powerfully penned, Ambjr. Flawlessly executed my friend, super tight spill. Appreciate you.
Damian
thanks Damian
Wow, that is an amazingly deep metaphorical presentation. Really strong. Excellent piece and beautifully imagined.
thank you. much appreciated
The end of all the chatter inside and out. Interesting spill.