Voices in the Echo

Screams of a nation

All pound into my head

A melody of madness,

Like a stoplight that's been broken down

Stop, go, slow, stop, go, slow

Voices swirl and melt together, a tornado of forgotten texts and angry voicemails

Years of struggle mold into one unforgetable chorus

Or has it only been days?

Hours?

Seconds?

Does it really matter?

Somedays they fade into the background

Slower, somehow, more calm

Somedays they're as loud as ever

Once again drumming into my mind

Stop, go, slow, stop, go, slow

Is this my own beat?

My own melody?

My brain attempting to make sense of this world? 

Or is this all too much

Until then,

The melody continues

Stop, go, slow, stop, go, slow