Unseen… #Poetry

Unseen

My body is home to another

It speaks to me at night

of things I don’t want to hear

of a third inhabitant here.

They want to destroy my mind

they fight to take control.

My mind is broken

with the constant

sound of their voices.

How do I kill

something inside, unseen?

AAAAA

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