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The Audio Of My Darkness


The sound of excruciating back pain lingers through my mind like a melody I can't erase
 
Unfamiliar voices crowd my head with questions I can't seem to answer 
 
The shackles that hold us together, tighten, with every needle pierced in my veins
 
Tighten with every teardrop that runs down my face 
 
Terror whispers in my eardrums that she’ll keep me company
 
My body stiffens 
 
No longer am I present under the blaring hospital lights 
 
Darkness consumes my eyes
 
I can’t seem to put together my thoughts
 
I am no longer strong and courageous
 
I am overwhelmed with terror as she screams in my ears til they bleed 
 
Blinded by pain he shakes my body senselessly 
 
Til I can hear the oxygen extracting from my lungs 
 
like my body meant nothing to him but an empty hollow space
 
“IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, RESPOND, BLINK, SAY SOMETHING”
 
I fall completely silent 
 
For the words I was trying to say 
 
You yank them fresh from my throat 
 
You remind me that you’re the only constant thing in my life
 
You are my child that never grows old 
 
I try to ignore you as much as possible but it never works
 
I fall quiet to your words 
 
We are tied together 
 
Forever 
 
So I fall in 
 
I let you control me 
 
You convince me that this temple that I loved 
 
Is no longer mine 
 
“STOP, STOP RIGHT NOW”
 
I longed for the days me and you no longer have to share this temple you’ve broken
 
We learned to share this body you’ve consumed 
 
But when others ask about you 
 
You immediately shut me down 
 
Instead of saying Sickle Cell is the reason
 
The reason I stay in bed til 12pm even though I went to bed at 6pm
 
The reason I refrain myself from having fun 
 
Instead I fall quiet
 
For I often fear
 
The Audio of My Darkness   
 
 
 
 
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