Alone with my Thoughts

January 22, 2015

Being alone left to think is a scary, scary thing.

The silence in my head is painfully loud.

Each cluttered thought makes its own sound.

All the noise from my brain makes my ears ring.

I hear myself think much too clearly.

There's nothing more to distract my emotions

From escaping my body, or causing an implosion.

Quiet speaks the truth, wholly and sincerely.

I am trapped; I have no where to hide.

My deep desires burn inside of me.

I try to conceal it; I beg and plea.

I don't want to hear it with no one at my side.

The infinity of thoughts scream a pitch so high.

Each one more intense, more frightening.

They fly and crash fast, like lightning.

When it is just me, myself, and I.

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