Mind Radio.

Turn down the volume, it makes me want to scream out loud, while standing among-st this silent crowd.

No volume button at my discretion, to sooth my thoughts to allow for a calmer expression.

My tortured look sliced across my face, like a man who once had a happier mind space.

Is this just me, can you hear it too, that painful laugh, that devils shrill, that teases me like a twilight winter daffodil.

Let me hear your music for a while, so I may lie quiet and bare a smile.

Quiet and peace is all I long for, not this pounding in my brain nor that hammering on my minds door.

Oh how I wish I could tune in like you, and whistle to the silence of my own free will.

I scramble for that invisible switch, to silence the cackle of this mind witch.

But you wouldn’t know, you have silence, try listening to these hell like sirens.

All clutter now, all clutter, help me stop the banging of this relentless mind shutter.

Where are you going, you haven’t heard, if you listen closely you can hear the devils herd.

I must stop thinking that you hear it too, you cant and thats why I cant hear you.

I look at your face but hear no words, I cant hear you see, I wish I could, then perhaps we could talk and solve this riddle of why my mind only hears a devils fiddle.

 

Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.

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