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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5 responses to “Unseen… #Poetry”

  1. It’s an odd feeling, isn’t it.

    1. Decidedly odd…

  2. Salutary anthem for this age of intrusive media overload. Evocative.

  3. Haunting. Oh my, this gave me chills!

    1. Anita is thrilled to hear this…

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