Loud

The words scream out of my mind
Never ending river through distant lands
Origin hazed by the memory of time
An echo filled with unknown intent
Eyes begin to swim
Voice gets higher and lower
Tension congests the air
Drained of all levity
Complications are the ruin of everything
Couldn’t the air be filled with laughter rather than stories woe?
Such easy questions with longwinded answers
I ran down the street looking for reality
I saw an empty spot and people off duty
I heard whispers of other lives
Filled with the pyrrhic victory of the day
Walked away like a troll
A man hidden underground
As if he is trying his best to bury himself
Though a light shines through a window during the day
The nights…the nights.

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